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.
This is a really intense poem with lots of feelings. A rose is beautiful and so is your write. Really enjoyed this one Buxton.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Patricia below, a really intense poem. A lovely write.