A Rose

A Rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a Garden Wall,
And, has 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 the other side.
Now you who deeply-feel its loss be comforted ~
the rose blooms there,
it's beauty ever greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.

Dorothes Amelia Busse Kunert~ ~ ~{ 1924 ~ 1992 } ~ ~ ~