He stood patiently. Bow politely poised,
the pink blush of the roses brushed
the shiny green leaves, heart shaped
blossoms fell like soft down at his feet.
—-
Each branch had reached out in fear,
growing piercing thorns to scratch the
arms, which it thought intended it harm,
increased in number sharpened darts.
—–
He reached towards it and he spoke,
making a song of joy on strings that
laughed and cried with tumbled notes,
and long pauses for a sweet silence
—–
that flowed and ebbed as it sang
of rivers and lakes, green rising hills,
mountains snow capped, trilling birds
that flew as angels through the boughs.
—–
It heard the chorus of trickling streams
that rippled over stones, grew into rivers
and arching crashed over rocks, whirled
in watery pools and flowed to great seas.
——
The roses heard the sighs and greets,
the joy and sadness of beauteous notes
that ran and leapt to each slight stroke
called a loving invitation to join the dance.
—–
He played as if to a great audience,
and over the months the rose relaxed,
fed by music, comforted by the playing
it felt safe.
So,
grew
thornless.
This is based on The Green God of the Bible written by by Matthew Kosher Punnackad of the Church of South India. It records that a professor of Annamalai University played to a rose bush for 6 months and at the end he noticed that the rose was now thornless!
