Spirit Rose
There is a Rose so special, with colors untold, petals so perfectly formed, with stem unbending, no thorns to prick or spoil, the fragrance a mixture of a thousand bouquets on a warm summers eve rising to capture the day. This is the Spirit Rose.
The Spirit Rose gathers the prayers of souls, some lost and some found, collects the yearning of the lovers call and the plaintive cries from us all.
This Rose, so special, it stays for just the day, and with gentle kindness and compassion strong takes the cares away for Heaven's stay. This is the Spirit Rose, here for just the day.
It grows not in gardens rooted, but is free to soar, this Spirit Rose.... a special envoy, sent by the Heavens to stay the dawn and welcome the sun as its journey abounds collecting the disquieting sounds through out all the day.
Riding the galactic stairway as night begins its fall, rising in swift, and gentle flight, this Rose with gathered burdens to disperse in Heaven's own special way, carries the hope, faith, charity and goodwill for all, this Spirit Rose you cannot see.
It needs no special care save that which all can give, trust in love, loyalty of friendship, humbleness in transactions made, and kindness to all that come your way. Then the cane will shoot, the petals to form, the blossoms will burst to carry the soulful cries upon the fragrance to the skies. This is the Spirit Rose that stays for only the day.
Neither riches or pauper, fame nor notoriety can be claimed to stay the Rose upon its way as in spirit it must be free to climb the way, and find its place among the clouds to return on another day..... this is the Spirit Rose........ that we cannot see, but know that it is there helping us on our way.
Ted C. Jan. '98