A rose grew where all could see
sheltered beside a garden wall.

And, as 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 to the other side...

 

Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~

Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.