The Rose Still Grows Beyond the Wall
Near a shady wall a rose once grew.
Budded and blossomed by God's free light.
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding it's sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height.
It came to a crevice in the wall
From which there showed a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride.
It followed the Light through the crevice length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before.
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing it's fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive;
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore.
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
I love roses, and I love poetry.
This poem has been used many times
in sad occasions.
But it is beautiful,
has a message of hope any time.