Every time I press her petals between my palms,
Or rest her head against my heart
Or upon my cheek
An ancient reverence arises in me;
A remembering from long before this time
A stream of wisdom blessed by lineages
of both blood
And light
A love that is unconditional and universal
And at the same time deeply personal
An intimacy that stirs so much sweetness from within 
A scent that transports me
to gardens of eden
and temples of old,
future
and now
all at once
‘Heaven is here’,
She insists
And by her grace
I know this truth for myself
Again and again
Kindred ones come
when I honour rose –
It’s just how it goes
To be seen through the eye of the rose
Is to be known by the grandmothers
and the Great Goddess Herself
I renew my vow
Now
To walk this sacred way of the Rose
