A Rose is a Rose
Love in life is ill fated
beauty of love’s face often abated
a rose is a rose no matter the face pose
a rose in a garden is still a rose...
no face of love graced,
faces of life are strife laced
all wilted and covered with mildew
of Excellency of grace…
a rose often glows
in beauty of grace
beauty in a Greek nose
Love often shows...
though a rose is not a nose
nor is love the face pose
for life’s face
is not grace...
is love graced
toward we quicken our pace
as we see in a dark mirror…
light of beauty’s grace
though no beauty in life’s race
and a rose is a rose...
regardless of its pose
has a face…
Note: "It is my belief that everyone was created as Love, whatever
condition that love might currently be in is simply a reflection
of each person's wellness, his past choices, and his ability to
deal with life. Often the inner power of love has been neglected,
disbelieved, abused or denied. A rose in a garden is still a rose,
even if it is wilted and cover with mildew. The weary and troubled
faces you see around you are the faces of those whose love is
broken or denied." 'LOVE WITHOUT END' by Glenda Green