Safe Among The RosesLast Friday evening, while I was resting in my beloveds comforting arms and enjoying the quiet safety of his love, once again it happened. I saw Him, Christ, - but I usually don't call him by his real name.
I feel most safe calling him; 'The shepherd'.
I assume that is our little way, me & the shepherd.
I saw him in a garden with pink roses.
He was walking in his garden and tending to his roses.
He was so beautiful to look at and he really loves his roses. They seemed so precious and important to him.
Every one of them. Like they had a secret meaning,
which I yet quite don't understand.
He was dressed in white and looked very elegant,
with his hair combed back. Like and old time gentleman.
I love watching him among the many roses. He is so pretty and at peace. I sometimes say to him in my quite heart, 'please shepherd, come soon again, with little flowers in your hand, that you have so lovingly picked. Please don't forget them, please don't. * smiles.'
Flowers are also our little way, I guess, they mean so much to me. They are a sign of humility, gentleness, respect and a love which will not do me any harm. And I dearly need to continue to see that, all the days of my life. A love which will never, do me any harm again, but protect me in my weakness and make me feel safe again, among the many shades of dusty pink roses......
With Love Jasmina & My Hero
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