Today I was ravished by roses,
consumed, adored, devoured,
wholly, holy, wholly supped.
Beautiful, seemingly innocent,
in the flare of their glass vase,
the roses had rested against the rim
for one whole day, opening gradually,
quietly awaiting my chance look.
And then, my guard completely down,
I glanced their way…
For just one instant, our eyes met.
Something in their pink depths
perceived me, seized me.
And for one miraculous second
of abandon I disappeared
into the center of their
velvet pink existence,
embraced in intimate ecstasy,
ravished by some Great Love
that lies in wait for us
at the heart of
ordinary
things.
Ann L. Keiffer
2001ish
