The Rose Garden of Truth

-The Rose Garden of Truth-
by Keaton Foster



Circular stones
Overgrown
Insects in the billions
Weeds strangling everything
Nothing truly seems
As if it will make it
There is just too much
Of every bad thing
And barely nothing
Of the good that comes
From so very deep within
In the center of such chaos
In the eye of the storm that is us
There remains a pristine fountain
The only thing untouched
By all of humankind
Not yet molested by our ways
The last beautiful thing of creation
God’s only way of telling us
That it’s never too late to change
And
That there is always another way
The water is absent of color
Clear to the deepest depths
Feeding all that grows
Far beyond any control
Keeping everything alive
At least for the time being
But as seen with great clarity
A warning floods the scenery
At our present rate
And due to our inducing ways
There will be nothing left
There will be only the end
It’s always been us or them
The weeds
The insects
Humankind
Presently we are losing
There is little that we are doing
To alter our path and direction
People can be heard saying
It’s far too late to make a difference
God above has forsaken us
The devil is as always amongst us
Lies spoken by fools in the midst
The rose garden of truth
A metaphorical state aloof
A place of peace meant to be seen
By those few so privileged
By those few so tortured
They must make all others see
Prophets and heretics in kind
God’s holiest unchosen
Rather brutally created
The ones that all will believe
Because of what they have seen
No one would question the sincerity
In which they describe both
The horrors and beauties of our species
They have been through hell
They have screamed at heaven
They above all of us know the difference
Their voices are temples unto themselves
Places built of painful experience
They know how we must change
How we must again become a flower
Instead of a weed upon all humankind
Instead of an insect feasting upon life
The rose garden of truth
A place they see in their dreams
Their metaphorical state of being
That they alone are capable of
Their gift will be the catalyst
To all of human salvation
They need your help to see
They need you to understand
That from what they know
And what they see
Within their hearts and minds
It’s not yet too late to change
It’s not too late to turn all things ugly
And make them the beautiful surroundings
Truly meant for all of humankind…


The Rose Garden of Truth
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.