The beauty of the rose,
is in it thorns; that pierce
and prick, those
unaware. Stifling
jubilant eyes, resting
upon petals, bearing
silken shades; to
God’s glory. Soil
shields, light streams,
waters feed-
This boastful beauty,
“Look at me!”

What we might consider a nuisance upon grasping a rose, the thorns, are there to protect the flowers from being eaten and damaged by predators. Therefore, without the thorns, we might never see the beautiful flower, the rose, in all of its splendor.