A Rose once grew where all could see

Sheltered beside a garden wall

and, as the days passed swiftly by.

It spread its branches,

straight and tall.

One day, a beam of light shone through.

A crevice that had opened wide.

The rose bent gently towards its warmth

Then passed beyond to the other side.

Now, you who deeply feel it's loss.

Be comforted--the rose blooms there.

Its beauty even greater now

Nurtured by Gods own loving care.

Author Unknown