Don't run away from grief , o soul
Look for the remedy inside the pain.
Because the rose came from the thorn
and the ruby came from a stone. Rumi
I do not run from grief, Oh Soul, I embrace it like a dagger to my breast. I need not search for the remedy within the pain; it is you my love, only you can set my heart at rest.
A rose, a rose bloomed gently in my loneliness, growing where once was naught but thorns. Now only blood red rubies drip, the product of a heart bereft, forlorn. Gunson
