Treasure Island

Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

My Unfading Rose


My Unfading Rose,
Heal my heart
To love the least deserving,
To feed a wailing child,
Clothe the naked,
Shelter from the storms;
No easy task,
It seems suffering abounding
More than eternal life.

O my Unfading Rose
Let me drink from your fountain,
As the sun rises on Sunday mornings;
Worshiping you alone,
A type of Him,
Bleeding from the side.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/6/2013 9:41:00 PM)

    This is a really intense poem with lots of
    feelings. A rose is beautiful and so is your
    write. Really enjoyed this one Buxton. (Report) Reply

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