In Rememberance 9-11-01

A Rose Poem,

By Keith Oien  © 2001

A rose is so beautiful from its bloom to its leaves,

And the fragrance of its flower our senses do please.

Our emotions are stirred by its stem’s lovely bloom,

Whether pale or vibrant in color our spirits are lifted above any gloom.

Even when you may be pierced by a sharp, hurtful thorn,

remember that the rose’s beauty is still there to behold.

And when its tender, fresh bud is too hastily cut or torn,

bear in mind that its awesome beauty may never unfold.

Our hands are so feeble the bud’s secret to steal.

Only in time will that flower, it’s splendor reveal,

For in that flower’s beauty is the wonder of God’s love,

and so to in its unfolding there is a plan from above.

Not only for the rose, but also for you and for me,

whether touched by the beauty or thorns we may be,

God’s plan for our future is not ours to know.

Just ponder the magnificence of God’s beautiful rose.

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