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Thursday, December 09, 2010

The Legend of the Christmas Rose

Part of the color in celebration of the season is the blooming of Christmas roses. While a variety of plants over time have come to be called “Christmas Rose”, they all are steeped in a legend that dates back centuries.


The Legend of the Christmas Rose speaks of a young girl named Madelon who wanted to come worship the Christ Child. Seeing the gold, frankincense and myrrh brought by others who were drawn to the humble birthplace, she despaired that she had no gift to bring, for Madelon was poor indeed.



In vain she searched the countryside for a flower that she might bring, but the winter had been cold and harsh – and there were no flowers to be found. Saddened, the girl began to weep. An angel passing over her stopped to provide comfort and smote the ground that was wet from her tears. There did spring a beautiful bush that bloomed of white roses.


"Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold," said the angel, "is offering more meet for the Christ Child than these pure Christmas Roses." And thus young Madelon went her way and worshipped the Prince of Peace, bearing the gift of her heart and tears.


The Legend of the Christmas Rose also has some foundation in this 15th Century poem:






A Rose has sprung from a tender root,


From Jesus, as those of old have sung,


And it bore a flower,


In the middle of a cold winter,






When half spent was the night.


Isaiah foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;


Is Mary the pure, the little flower has brought us.


From God's eternal wisdom, she bore a child,


And remained pure.






The Flower, so small, whose sweet fragrance fills the air,


Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere;


True man and truer God, helps us out of all sorrows,


Saves from sin and death.






Oh Jesus, until we leave this misery,


Let your help guide us into joy,


In Your Father's Kingdom, where we eternally praise You.


Oh God, allow us this.






Translated from the early 15th century German poem "Es ist ein Ros' Entsprungen." Author unknown.










1 comment:

  1. Carie, Oh how beautiful for me to read this lovely story on this day. Thank you
    Blessing ~Mary~

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