IT’S A ROSE ON DEATH ROW

A stolen seed, lonely, planted in the blackest of dirt, with no hope to grow, surrounded by weeds and St. Augustine grass to choke off any signs of life. Faced with bleak cold days every day, with only a few glimpses of sunshine to give some strength, the seed struggles to become.

But along comes a lil’ rain, to shower down. This seed determination sets in. So it drinks a drink called life. The other seeds have given up hope. They refuse to taste the true giver of freedom. They’d rather be eaten by the birds, or choked by the wild grass instead of panting some roots and surviving.

Now this one small lonely seed has become the most breathtaking rose to behold.

Its beauty is beyond compare. All because it hungered to be alive, to give pleasure with its fragrance and to add beauty and color to the world.

But only the most careful observer with a very keen eye can see this beautiful, rare, lovely rose.

Because this rose is trapped in the midst of darkness, coldness & cruelty, within the confines of its own beautiful mind, it survives.

By Michael Perry
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- Georgia Death Row -