The Rose Beyond The Wall
A Rose Grew Once Where All Could See,
Sheltered Beside A Garden Wall,
And As The Days Passed Swiftly By,
It spread It's Branches,Straight And Tall...
One Day, A Beam Of Light Shone Through,
A Crevice That Had Opened Wide,
The Rose Bent Gently Toward It's Warmth
Then Passed Beyond To The Other Side,
Now,You Who Deeply feel It's Loss,Be Comforted-The Rose Blooms There-It's Beauty Even Greater Now,Nurtured By God's Own Loving Care.
jackson
7th August 2011
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland