There’s this Rose bush I park beside each morning. It’s a chaotic set of brambles.
Places there by an architect’s standard addition. The Gardner who planted them there was perfunctory as he did so.
But the roses don’t know about all that. They obey their calling to bloom! And the God who provides gives them water, air and sunlight! And bees too! They do their duty whether or not anyone notices. They make no demands of the world around them. They bloom and do their duty, and slowing fade away…
But I see them! They are so beautiful to me! And I’m thankful for them!
Running Down Vimy 