The Gold Rose
She walked by on the beach one day at the end of one sweet summer
and found a golden rose tucked safely between the shore and the rocks
She was a messenger of God and so she listened deeply when He said
" its all about fair trade my child, its all about fair trade"
She tucked it in her pocket and was about to go back home
when suddenly she heard the sound of a seagull's cry.
There upon the beach a loner sat, with a despondent, brokenhearted sigh
She handed her the golden rose without a word, then passed her by
Five silver Angels watched, then fanned the mounting tide
and turned the shore to shreds of light they raised her off the floor
" its all about fair trade" she heard them say
then she found another rose in the sand and this one, was a lovely
shade of rose*
She tucked it behind her ear then gave Him thanks for one more year
"No regrets my Lord, no second thoughts, "
At her age you see, she had finally understood the art of letting go.
So taking one last look behind she just smiled, then moved along.
ps: the rose was passed on to a friend who lost her mom
yesterday. She died peacefully in her sleep. RIP
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