Diane V. Kelly

The Rose Still Blooms

A rose once 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.

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