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October 2009 
The Sun Kissed Rose
Posted on May 29th, 2009
by 
LittleDove
LittleDove
A woman is like a beautiful sun kissed rose. She has an open heart and is able to deeply love many. She is soft and tender as the petals of a rose yet she can stand strong throughout the thorns of life and not become bitter and angry as the harsh weeds that grow around her. The rose is God's gift to man and is the most perfect flower in the garden of Heaven. In the early hours of dawn when the rose first awakens the dew rests upon her brow, calling the little birds to drink from her sparkling nectar and the gentle breezes wrap around her like a silken cloak spreading her fragrance upon the wind. As the sun begins to rise over the horizon, He kisses her upon her brow ever so gently making her even sweeter for love comes through the sun. It is in God's light that she grows. His warmth and love allows her to open and blossom forth to her full and glorious beauty. Her color is rich and vibrant as she glows within the rays of His Son. Once a tiny bud, she now grows tall and strong within His loving and holy embrace. Now ,there are no more weeds to hinder her growth for she stands tall with her face held high and she can face the storms of change that living in an earthly garden can bring. She is protected by His love and sheltered by His grace. And she shines. There is nothing more beautiful than a sun kissed rose . Cherished always, loved forever.
Sharon Littledove 2009 (c)
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A woman's heart is given a son, to become her Sun, of love.
A mother is given a son, to see the boy in his father, and to see the boy in her own father. The truth, unobscured by the trials and twists that life has formed around who he is.
What does she do with the boys around her, become men in the truth of who they are? They are to give her love, but if she only sees one son, her little boy, what does she truly see? Does she see and appreciate the whole man, what she wants to see? Without the boy, there can be no man. And without the boy, there can be no chiefs. For a chief and warrior begins with knowing who he truly is, which can only be found in the boy. Staying firm to this truth, he can then see and respect all whom he guides for who they truly are as well. So too it is for the Whispers. All, Whole, One, within the heart revealed in purity at each one's birth.
The Truth of her heart, the love she gives, comes from the little girl, the truth of who she was born. So too, the man must see her truth from the ages, of lifetimes as a woman, that the truth of the little girl brings to his life.
Then the two can begin to unlock the mystery of each other, of what time and story has beset upon them, and the mystery of their heart, covered over in this life, hidden in shadows of past lives, part of All within Father, can begin the passionate fire that reveals the true heart in each, fusing two hearts in recognition of each other, becoming One within the Creator.
Who is this girl? Joan of Arc? The Virgin Mary? White Buffalo calf Woman?
Who is this boy? David, Tecumseh, Martin Luther King?
Where have the two souls been? Who have they become? Where are they going together? Can they truly journey in this life not knowing the other, what the child brings in truth and purity? Seeing the true heart in each, can only be done, through the son and the daughter, the Son and the Daughter, removing all facade that hides the Truth of each heart to one another.
The Sky provides the spirit of air, for the spirit of fire to burn away what is false, revealing only the true heart when all falsehood cannot withstand it. The Earth provides the life, the fuel for the fire, so that together, the passion of life awakens both hearts as One in Love, which is Creation and Creator.
A woman's heart is the delicate flower of the girl she has always been, cherished and loved, by all the mystery of the masculine surrounding her…
Very beautiful.
Yes, the truth of men comes through the Son, for the little boy is the foundation of the man and his love. Corrupt the little boy, the Son, and the clouds cover in the Earth in gray… Respect the little boy, closest to his true self, fresh from Heaven, and see the foundation of the true man the rose so longs to touch… see the real man through the boy, to see what the seed has truly become, and always was, unmasked, in touch with his true self, his unblemished heart not forgotten since his youth. Not fooled into believing who he is not.
For his heart is the truth of him, unchanging through all time, seeded as the soul of the man to come… then the rays of his heart become the Sun at Dawn, bringing love and life to all he touches… for his child's heart brings with it the lifetime of the ages, the memory and heart of countless men, tested and re-tested, Goliath not realizing who the boy standing before him is. But the boy is not fooled about himself… true to himself, even as a child warrior of love and protection.
“I gave my love, a golden feather, I gave my love, a heart of Stone, and if you find that golden feather, you know you'll never lose your way back home…”
The Sky brings the spirit back home to Earth… the heart of a man, re-awakened, able to hold a rose in his palm, unflinching as the thorns dig in his flesh. He has always known who he is… the Son knows His Father… so he knows himself… And the Son, once again, Rises at Dawn… the true heart.