The man of God enters a vast garden.
Nothing else is alive but an over grown rose bush.
Curious why this vast garden bears only one fruit,
the man asks a lonely child
sitting naked in a bed of thorns,
"Why is there only this hideous bush--
in such a vast garden?"
The child softly replies
pointing to a rose of crimson and power,
"This bush bears a rose--
more beautiful than any other."
Breathless at the sight,
the man of God climbs the bush
in search of capture and conquest--
only to become impaled by the immense thorns.
Realizing death is upon him,
he asks the child,
"Why do you sit there alone
in a bed of thorns?"
The child replies,
"Waiting for my turn."
© Dean A. Klotz