"I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys." (Solomon 2:1)
The Rose of Sharon is a flower of uncertain identity mentioned in translations of the Bible. This flower is thought to bloom in the late summer just above the high-tide mark. It is commonly assumed by most people in Israel that, the Sharon Plain being on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, is where Biblical passage refers to this flower.
Today- January 9 would have been my cousin Sharon's birthday. As we all remember this very
sweet girl- we now send our birthday wishes and praises heavenward. Happy Birthday Sharon!
The Rose by Bette Midler
Some say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breakingthat never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
The Rose of Sharon is a flower of uncertain identity mentioned in translations of the Bible. This flower is thought to bloom in the late summer just above the high-tide mark. It is commonly assumed by most people in Israel that, the Sharon Plain being on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea, is where Biblical passage refers to this flower.
Today- January 9 would have been my cousin Sharon's birthday. As we all remember this very
sweet girl- we now send our birthday wishes and praises heavenward. Happy Birthday Sharon!The Rose by Bette Midler
Some say love, it is a riverthat drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razorthat leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breakingthat never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
