Many times I’ve sung the song “Above All,” and each time, the “trampled rose” imagery in the chorusimpactsme greatly.
“Crucified, laid behind a stone. You lived to die, rejected and alone. Like a rose trampled on the ground. You took the fall and thought of me above all.”
But lately I’ve been wondering – what does a trampled rose really look like? So I launched my crushed-rose experiment. Thanks to Geraldine’s wedding dinner, when I got my chance – took 2 roses from my table’s flower display.
I brought them home to my toilet, and ruthlessly crushed and trampled on them. Well to be honest, I was apprehensive at first. They’re perfectly good roses, and well, what did they ever do to deserve my abuse?
Saturday, August 06, 2005
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