A man had a vine; it grew with roses.

He said to his friends, "Lo, the roses are fair
that grow on my vine."

They said unto him, "Why keep them for thy pleasure?...
give them to the sick that they may be cheered."

He said, "Be it as ye will it.",

Lo, the man clipped his roses to give to the forsaken
and beheld thereat a miracle,
for where he clipped one rose, appeared there a cluster.
Where he cut a lone blossom there came a profusion,
yea a profusion of beautiful petalings.

For every rose did an increase spring forth
til they overran his garden,
and his walls contained them not.

Even so, beloved, keep ye this parable.

Golden Scripts 101: 28-34

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