Margaret V. Hunsinger
Rush Of Love
That rush of Love that I have found,
Came from a pink rose fallen to the ground.
I picked it up and it turned blood red;
My hands, my feet, and my side they bled.
The rose it spoke of healing for ALL,
As I gazed upon the bush by the wall.
The roses turned red, the bush was aflame,
Casting a blue light, spelling out a name.
The Holy Light, that rush of Love,