My Lazarus Rose

I bought a rose from the interweb.
I waited for it to arrive.
And I waited.
And I waited.
Until irritation begins to rise.
Then emails and phone calls
'til, eventually a refund.
But no rose.
A disapointment
a sigh.

Two months later I found the package.
Weather wreaked, badly damaged.
Stupidly hidden in an impossible passage
by a driver with no mind.
I opened it with a sinking heart
and then just wanted to cry.

A dead stick, grey roots so sick
I felt like I had committed a crime.

I took it down the garden as an act of faith
and planted it anyway.
With a closed eyed wish and hope.

I checked on my rose today.
It has made my spirits fly.
My Lazarus rose is not just alive.
My Lazarus rose has thrived.

The Lazarus rose will bloom next year.
As will you and I.