A Rose

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 beacon of light shone through

A crevice that opened wide

The Rose bent gently toward its warmth

Then passed beyond the other side...

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,

Be comforted

The Rose blooms there

Its beauty even greater now

Nurtured by God's own loving care.

Author Unknown