THES ROSES

The roses.......

There are the thorns that cause pain, but the handling!

These days watching the flowers I gave to my beloved wife. I beheld the beauty with which she transformed a simple bouquet in a simple arrangement. What elegance, refinement, that beautiful.

Life is like that. Sometimes we have beautiful roses in their hands, but if we do not have skill, we can hurt them. What would be the beautiful, can generate pain. Sometimes we have roses on our side and we should enjoy its fragrance, admire its color, identify God through them ... but the lack of tact, hurt hands, ours, of whom we love, even without malice, but clumsiness even . Sometimes we make almost wilted. Sometimes wither ... But roses are brave ... They linger. Sometimes we want to paint the roses when we should just accept they are. And they are beautiful. They are usually more than beautiful. Sometimes we want to nitpick what is beautiful, perfect in pink on our side, because they simply do not accept that it can be perfect?

I learned a lesson: even if you have no skill with the roses they will always be beautiful. I will not nitpick as its thorns ... they are there always at hand, perfect, simple ... embellishing.

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