Blue Roses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Plentiful are reasons for living on this earth, yet our
souls yearn for another side of life, after we've been
traveling and end up on death's doorstep.

Hallways of trepidation fill our sights with beautiful
entrancing scenery, as we wend our way down paths of
God's gardens, seeing for the first time, blue roses
of sorrow being tenderly cared for by His many angels.

Touching each soul who enters with God's special
blessing, while pouring out His love onto us, brings
us to our knees in praise of Him.