!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Gratitudes of a Dozen Roses by Aberjhani/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Gratitudes of a Dozen Roses/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 itemprop=”author” class=”author”>by Aberjhani/h2> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p>I.br /> This rose of spiritual gratitude placed at the feetbr /> of a Rasta Warrior Woman showers the earthbr /> with sweetfire and hosannas and early morning glory./p> p>II.br /> Beneath an African moon shining silver poemsbr /> and a river of orchards singing purple praises a black rosebr /> bows her head like a black swan humbled by her crown of jade./p> p>III.br /> Birdsongs weave grace in southern midnight like wine-drunkbr /> fireflies. Inside this music of earthly spheresbr /> a bronze rose pulses unspeakable peace./p> p>IV.br /> For the sake of a mountain where heaven smiles at heaven,br /> for the sake of streams rushing sonatas toward the future:br /> a dew-covered delight shakes crystal secrets from her red velvet bosom./p> p>V.br /> Crawling sleepily out of dreams tenderedbr /> upon pink petals of quiet ecstasy everlasting and everlastingbr /> an island-flavored perfume echoes the scent of a rose./p> p>VI.br /> Roots of a new beginning spread piously forwardbr /> into vines of passion and leaves of revelation,br /> healing petals from the thorny joy of an angel called Jah Gabriel./p> p>VII.br /> A blossom like the naked mystical eye of truth.br /> Leaves like hands praying down thunder and burning and rain.br /> Stem like the backbone of a good strong heart./p> p>VIII.br /> What is more powerful than the killing crucifixion/p> p>of desert heat commanded by a sun with no mercy?br /> The perfect shade of a flawless rose afloat above the earth./p> p>IX.br /> With its leaves so rich and heavy with elationbr /> and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinitybr /> the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light./p> p>X.br /> The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depthsbr /> of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other sidebr /> dance to the drums of the rose of joy./p> p>XI.br /> This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsbr /> the diseased slums of a broken heartbr /> into a palace made of psalms and gold./p> p>XII.br /> And this one is of eternity. It never stops opening.br /> The beauty it shines is the same as the path it travels in and outbr /> of paradise, every second, of every hour, of every day that comes and goes./p> br> /body> /html>
