The Rose
I thought to pick a beautiful rose,
place her in a vase, in my kitchen to
scently pose – eloquent reminder
of Nature’s bounty and beauty.
Thought then, of my mere custodial
duty:
So I left her in her garden care --
in dewy air to lick and waft. Arise
Sun’s morning showcase beams,
teams of saintly gleams their leaven,
when tempted to doubt guides and a Heaven.
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