HESITATION OF THE ROSE
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ROSES IN THE LOFT
The music begins with an interlude,
a prelude for meditation. The voices of the choir await,
each voice a rose, gathered into a bouquet.
From high in the loft, halfway to heaven,
one rose sings a surreal solo of grandeur,
interwoven with the choir.
Crescendos of praise, a modulation
of fragrant melodies, emanate from the loft.
The aroma of voices float through the air,
with contemplative messages, penetrating my heart.
The roses that sing consume me, soothing the soul.
Oh how gifted you are, to sing notes of grace,
captivating the spirit.
The roses in the loft, the bouquet that sings,
the flowers of the soul:
a treasure, I carry home.
Robert J Varrick
Written for
the Saint James Church choir
Inspirational writings. Open your eyes and see things. Open your heart and feel things. Answering the call.
The Lord calls and waits for the inner-spirit of oneself to respond. It is I, who heard this call through a near-death experience. A journey which has taken me to the light, the way, and the truth—a journey of faith, of the Cross. With the guidance from my spiritual director, and also a small wooden cross I had in my pocket I gave to another person as a compassionate gesture in petition, opens the door to spiritual gifts, and spiritual writing—encounters of spiritual inspirations, reflections and experiences that touch the heart and soul. I have recorded and documented the on-going events in my life as they happened. I have put forth my complete trust in the Lord, and have written the words that come into my heart and soul. These thoughts and actions are not of myself, but inspirations of the Holy Spirit. I have shared my writings with others across the world touching hearts and souls in response to my calling, to glorify the work of the Lord.
My wife and I reside in Connecticut and have a son and daughter and two grandchildren.
rjvarrick@gmail.com
ISAIAH 6:8
Then I heard the voice of the Lord
saying:
“Whom shall I send? Who will be my
messenger?”
I answered, “Here I am, send me.”
