Golden Roses Poem by Michael Walker

Have you ever smelled a golden rose?
Her scent is that of balsam and of musk
Her metal petals ooze out as she grows,
A husk of repose till dust blows to dusk.

Ruby gems enshrine her blessed heart,
The lily of the valley's hope and joy,
The flower of the field's sacred art,
The loyal royal oil's holy ploy.

O Golden Roses, priests, prophets, and kings
Bow down to quaff your wafting aroma!
Thorns beckon blood when every angel sings
To the Queen of Creation's corona!

From Babylon across Jerusalem,
We rise to follow saints and seraphim.