God Grows Roses on Wood

A trail of thorns pierces the perfumed rose

Splinters ambush from wooden worlds,

When thorns shatter joy

Splinters fell hopeful forests

When opposites meet

Must they shatter and destroy?

Both sunlight and thorns bloom the rose,

Tending hands nurture it into years,

Life carpenters work the wood

Filling cracks with hope

Smoothing knotholes with courage

Sizing splinters into toothpicks.

Uniting the rose and wood

Into optimistic growing.