Diamond Bloomed Roses

I sit in a paradise.  It is always here.  It is a loaner, Gods really.  Paradise is where great art is made from a heart that has lived in the opposite;  the great irony of art.  The greatest aid to resolving this irony is The Word, The Ancient Text by The Ancient of Days.  His guidance is like the daily sparkling diamond blooms, like scented roses of greatest value; the hardness of delicacy.