Each day when we wake we are given a rose
Abounding with thorns – (that, everyone knows)
This gift – I call it the breath of one day
Can be treated as ‘gold’ or given away.
Do we spend it in anger, complaints or unrest,
Or see the roses of which we are blessed-
Your friends, the children, your talents, your home
A spouse who loves you and never did roam?
Do you see His miracles in the trees and the flowers,
In bright blue skies, in snow and in showers?
If we ask every loved one who has passed away
What they would want most, it is “One more day,
To relish the ‘rose’, the ‘gift of life’
though twisted with thorns, would not cause strife.”
My heart always breaks when in others I see
How naïve is their thinking that roses are free
That we need not thank or praise or bless
or give to others some happiness,
For someday when earthly roses are gone
and you can no longer sing life’s song,
The roses you gave and shared in love
will be tied in a bouquet held by angels above
To give to the Lord with your heart interwove
to be carried to Him on the wings of a dove..