thorns

One of the
Fine ways
I offer you
To carry my cross
Is to
Follow Me
Through the
Road of roses,
Peoples’ speech
Turned against you
That once was
Sweet to your ears.
Will you hear
What I have to say,
That leading you
The way
Of the cross
Or bend to be
Pleasing to
Ones secretly
Against your victory
From the start?
I in the rosy road
Will locate your
Heart.