Everyone gathered for a wedding ceremony, the place looked stunning with beautiful decorations and glowing lights, everyone's heart was merry and everyone cherished each moment of the day, as the sunset began the bride and the bridegroom was ready to say," I do", the flower girls, the page boy, the bridesmaid, the best man were all ready for their show and as time passed, the bride and her father have to do their final walk in the aisle, as their steps were slow they had walked in past and came back to the present, finally, the bride and the bridegroom exchanged their vows and got married.

During the reception everyone had their great time with family, friends, relatives from both sides of the family as they were chatting, the toast was about to begin for the newly wedded couple as a time went by, the time came where the new wife had to speak, to everyone's surprise, she had a bouquet full of red trampled and crushed roses she went to her husband and handed him the flowers and requested him to take it, not knowing what to do he accepted the flowers and was a little embarrassed, she smiled at him and turned to face the audience, she began to say, that if she had given him the fresh roses only he could have enjoyed the smell only when he smelled. But when a rose is crushed or trampled the fragrance speeds everywhere and to everyone, the smell wouldn't be bad but a little sweeter than a perfume.

This trampled rose is for him to remember that, no matter how many times we are trampled and crushed in life, for now, we are entering the fresh life together, and as time passes we as the roses will be trampled, pinched for our petals are soft and we would be crushed too and we might either away or might dry up, through all of it together we leave the fragrance for others to enjoy the little moments in their lives through us.

As her speech finished everyone had tears in their eyes her husband held her in his arms and kissed her forehead and said, " surely with God's help we will triumph our journey as trampled roses!!!.
© Katherine Phebe