Sitting there, so quietly,
the colors of your life.
Each of them so perfect yet
each one born of strife.
So many people all around,
that didn’t seem to see.
Or even try to understand,
your longing to be free.
Free from the roots that held you down,
the pain the earth has brought.
The present and the past my child,
all seemed to add to naught.
But if they’d take the time to look
beyond the thorns on you,
they couldn’t help but realize,
deeper beauty that’s so true.
They’d see a thing so wonderful,
so precious and unique.
They’d stand amazed, in wonderment
for more they’d have to seek.
I praise my God in all of this,
for the blessing that I found.
The beauty of that single rose,
within such rocky ground.
I placed a cross upon that rose,
and as I placed it there.
I prayed to God that she would know,
that He and I both care.
No matter what a past she had,
no matter how much pain.
I really know that God above,
is whispering her name.
Through all the guilt and shame my child,
big as the skies above.
The one true gift that I could give,
is a taste of Heavens love.
So when you look within yourself,
and see a dark and stormy night.
Look further in and you will see,
a single pure sweet light.
No matter what the weather brings,
or puts this rose bud through.
That light will never ever dim,
because it’s beauty’s true.
So think on this my pretty rose,
next time your feeling low.
Despite the thorns that you’ve built up,
your beauty did still show.
And when you see the cross you wear,
reflect a while or two.
no matter what you’ve been and done
Your futures up to you.
© Kevin A. Deane
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To Rose, you know who you are.