THE CACTUS AND THE ROSE

Our blinded eyes can only see
The beauty of the rose,
As we abhor the cactus
With its long and spiky thorns.

We fail to give it notice...
Miss the flower, newly born,
Our eyes stay on the rose...
Miss the cactus in full bloom.

Unseen within its thorny stalk,
Lies succulence to feed,
The dying man, succumbed by thirst,
Beneath this mighty seed.

The beauty of the rose,
We see so shortly live,
But beauty’s all we see…
Its thorns, we all forgive.

When we see with only eyes,
Beauty seen is often blind,
And causes a rejection...
Of cacti of humankind.

Open your eyes to see
The beauty that lies within.
The cactus... may be the heart...
The rose be... only skin.