Rose - poem

Lovely Rose
We once had a love, as fragrant as a rose.
Always in bloom, she and I were one.
Beautiful to look at, delicate to hold.
The petals were soft and smooth.
Pull the weeds, my darling.
Pull them up quick!
They choke our lovely rose,
And make our flower sick.

Fading Rose
Our love began to fade, less radiant day by day.
The root grow weak, losing hold on the earth.
The sweet aroma is nearly gone, the leaves are wilting, too.
Slowly, slowly, the petals fall.
Pull the weeds, my darling!
Remove them from our life.
They have almost killed our lovely rose,
Diminishing it's life.

Fallen Rose
Our love has gone, it lives no longer.
We mourn for it as our lives part.
What once held my spirit entwined with yours,
Has fallen beneath the weeds.
Can we plant our love once more?
Will it grow on this tainted ground?
Both our hearts now shed our tears,
For we have lost what once we found.

- Ranger

Budding Rose
Thank God for knowing what is best,
In Him I will always trust and rest.
Petals of the rose may fall and die,
But new buds will grow again in the light.
Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies,
It remains just a single grain.
For to me, to live is Christ,
And to die is (surely) gain.

- Bee

posted Saturday, 18 October 2003