Offering Hope and Encouragement in the Midst of Sorrow


 

    

     TWELVE OF THE FINEST RED ROSES





The sudden showers that burst through the clouds could not deter the young husband as he walked into the familiar shop. He focused his eyes on the vast array of beautiful flowers in pots and stands. The sights and sounds were familiar to him. He frequently found himself stopping for

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.

Today was her birthday, but it did not matter whether the occasion was Valentine's Day or the anniversary of their marriage. The expression of his love for her was always the same--

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.

There was always a card with a printed message declaring his love for her. But it was the hand written note composed from his heart that spoke of his passionate devotion to her. The envelope was sealed with a kiss and placed on

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.

The gift carefully lay on the seat beside him, as he drove toward the home they built together. The trees that lined the streets moved gently in the breeze. They seemed to be calling him homeward with

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.

As he neared the home he had grown to love so dearly, he took a turn that was not as familiar. The road before him blurred through the tears that began to well up in his eyes. “I am coming my love,” he quietly repeated to himself. "I am coming with

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon."

The sun began to peek through the clouds that had given way to the sudden showers. A filtered ray of light shone like a yellow pathway across the green grassy slope. The young husband began to walk down the tiny pathway conscious of every step he took. In his hands were

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.

He fell to his knees, with his hands stretched forward. The tips of his fingers began to trace over the words carved into the stone in the form of a heart that lay before him. He whispered her name in a gentle tone as he laid his gift in the heart-shaped silhouette offered by the ray of light. As he rose to leave his eyes turned for one last look at

                   twelve of the finest red roses,

                   wrapped in shimmering paper,

                   tied with a golden ribbon.