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A rose grew by the garden path
A child took a sniff, ran away with a laugh.
A short time later, a man walked by
Smelled the rose and made a pleasant sigh.
Now, I’ll ask a question, if I may.
If the rose were sniffed by a hundred noses,
Would it lose its fragrance by the end of the day?
So, what is my lesson from the rose?
Jesus’ love suffers no loss
No matter the number
Who partake at the cross.
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I wrote this several years ago and posted it sometime before. I am posting again because it seems to fit today’s Discover Prompt “Scent”
Discover prompt: Scent
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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Nice! You write with so much meaning! 🙂 (thumbs up!)
With all your nice words to me, I might really get spoiled. A spoiled grandma. That will be me. 😀
I’m a spoiled kid. 🙂
Nice match.
Think so. 😉
I love this one Oneta! It is perfect.
Thank you, Faye. This poem was sort of a follow up from a lesson I did one time. I called it the pepper experiment. Passed pepper down the aisles. No difference in the potency from the first person to the last. That set the mood for this poem which I did sometime later. I’m glad you like it. I do. It is so true. See I told Rockhorses above that she was spoiling me. I sound spoiled, don’t I? Really our Savior would rather dump good on us rather than bad if we would grow equally well. If I keep writing, I’ll have another post. 😀
Great post!
Teaching of importance to make folks think. Thank you.
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For sure Jesus love suffers no lose
He is the centre of of every human aspect
Amen.