Purest Form Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Red roses showing love in it's purest form, blossoming
out to all who are born.

Touching our hearts as Thomas, doubting, touched God's
hands to see if it was He.

Feeling Jesus's wounds, putting his fingers where His
hands were nailed to the cross, Thomas leaves us feeling
a mixture of joy and sadness, because Jesus had to endure
such cruelty.

Looking at the blood red rose, smelling it's splendid
perfume, brings Him closer, ever nearer to my heart.

A red rose showing love in His purest form.