Stars And Roses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

If all of our pain, suffering and sorrow could be contained
in a beautiful star up in heaven where we could see it all
and be reminded of the hurt and pain we would feel, how
often would we look upon that beautiful star?

If we look constantly, feeling it's pain, how much more dear
and beautiful will it become to us.

Also, like the beauty of a rose in bloom, so delicate to our
sight, wishing to hold it close, clasp it to ourselves, hug
it, but we do not.

Why? Because to hold it close we would be hurt by it's thorns
and drop it immediately.

Yet we feel joy at seeing it's beauty and smelling it's
heavenly aroma.

Somewhat like the star and rose, our relationships on earth
today are held closer and are dearer to us than life itself,
even though there is pain and hurt to feel.