The Rose Poem by CHRISTOPHER MUDIENYI

A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches straight and tall,

One day a beam of light shone through,
A crevice that had opened wide,
The rose bent gently toward its warmth,
Then passed beyond to the other side,

Now we who deeply feel it's a loss,
Are comforted as the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God's own loving care.

For my late Dad(1955-2002)