A Rose In Winter Poem by Cory Huennekens

A rose bush in the winter, oh how they pass it by they laugh and smirk saying 'worthless, it will die! ' The frost slashes and the cold stabs but the rose bush persists because it understands that winter isn't bad. A lonely beggar takes refuge by the bush to escape the cold and Patiently they wait. They are all but forgot but behold the birds herald spring! The rose bush persisted not for naught! The sun rises with a yawn and opens his eyes to light the seasonal dawn'. The rose bush doesn't work or even try to become a thing of beauty which make even angels cry. And in the proper season brilliant red adorns her arms, she embraces the lonely beggar with her fragrant charms. And O those same people who quickly passed her by, now they see the once dead rose bush and ugly beggar together, as lovely as the setting sun painted sky.

A Christmas morning poem dedicated to Jesus on the day we celebrate his birth. May your name always be a beautiful rose for those who don't pass you by.