Happy Birthday to Dolapo!!!!
Turn the tides, touch the ocean floor,
Kiss the reeds, and capture a thunder.
Rise with the mist, catch a shooting star.
Swing from the trees, unearth gold
I doff my hat to the Timeless Planter of the Rose Gardens of the Earth Think about it for a minute: did He have to make roses red or in so many colors or sprinkle the tapestry of sky and space with twinkling, burning stars? Did he have to make the gazelle so sturdy or give a fierce mane to the lion? Did he need to give you two ears to keep balance and two eyes to enjoy the sights and lights of the sun and moon? Did he need to sculpt your nose with such precision and provide you with a means of enjoying the beautiful aroma of freshly baked bread in the morning or the scent of one white rose, my definitive encounter with beauty?
Embedded in creation is the signature of uniqueness. No two fingerprints are the same. Even your eyes have their distinct imprints of the Creator’s DNA.
Did he have to go through all that trouble? He could have just mass produced us. He could have chosen a default template probably combine the blackened coat of the African’s skin with the slant eyes of the Chinese and the lush hair of the South Americans. He could have used the same operating system of the business-minded Igbo man with the shrewd techy prowess of the Japanese and high-level efficiency of the Germans. We would have come out with the same set of eyes, nose, and hair color. No wahala in the marketplace over size of trouser pants because we are all the same size. It would save us a lot of trouble.
Do you realize the significance of variety? In the bus this morning on my way to work and my ears pick out the deep guttural call of a conductor beckoning to passersby to join the half empty bus. I can hear distinctly the sounds of the revving engine, the cry of a four month old baby and the laughter that rises in the bus as a woman enters the bus and proceeds to lap her husband (I kid you not).
Wouldn’t life be a drab affair if we didn’t have the comedy of Jim Carrey or the exaggerated swag of Jim Iyke? Surely we wouldn’t have the privilege of enjoying the many follies of Kim Kardashian or the heartfelt worship of Kim Walker? [buhahaha -___-]. Would we have the poetic musings of Anu and Le_Maxx, the wisdom and wit of IkeAmadi and Damstylee, the heartfelt art of the Ibukuns (Awosika and Akinnawo? <— Free Advert!
Behold the white rose, God could have chosen to print them all out in the same color – Red. But like a child He splatters the earth with a variety of Roses. The white rose pristine in its appearance is rumored to blush red from a kiss and often times is depicted as being stained with blood. For me the white rose signifies innocence and a sense of new beginnings. We begin our Journey with God with a sense of thanksgiving for the multitude of blessings that surround us. There is a childlike innocence in the heart of a man who is gifted with the skill of a thanksgiver.
The white rose also oozes a sense of secrecy; it gives off a quiet mist of mystery. Not the kind of secret that can never be known but one that only the [initiated] can assess. The white rose unfurls after the storm and gives off a scent of praise towards the King Clockmaker of the Universe. Do you know the secret of the earth? Will you journey through the sand dunes of time and ride saddleback on a cheetah through the gorges and ravines? God has embedded His mystery in the earth and it is the glory of kings to search out as children the secrets.
One white rose speaks mysteries
That only the thankful heart can hear
She whispers in soft timbres and tones
Saying perfect love casts out fear
One white rose dances in the rain
My definitive encounter with beauty
For despite all my tears and pain
All creation sings only of His glory
One white rose, unique, crafted by His hands
Petals of perfection, postured in grace
She sings her song, can you hear her
Saying let Yahweh cloth you with His Lace.
Written by JMD
- Can you look into the seeming dullness of your existence and see the Hand of God? Do you have a reason to thank God, the one who designs white roses just because He can? Why not share in the comments section or just tweet at me.
God rejoices over with dancing. So please! by all means!!! have a white rose Day…