This Cinco De Mayo rose bush grows in my garden. I look at it, at the lovely colors, changing as the bud unfolds, and I think of us all.

We change as we unfold and grow, like a rose blossom. Sometimes we're at our loveliest in maturity, just before the petals drop. 

It's not a sad thing, it's life. Life is our precious opportunity to pray.

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