RED ROSE

SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE

RED ROSE

In the deep frozen heap of winter snow,

I turn my mind to fragrant summer flowers,

Ruby red roses grow and warmly glow,

Brightening blessed golden sunshine hours.

I reflect these are pictures on my screen

Of consciousness, bright light-paintings divine.

Perhaps as the Sages say 'life is but a deam",

While my blood red roses still rejoicing, shine.  

 

A pilgrim strolled through his garden green,

And sensed the fragrance of the roses there,

He picked a ruddy bloom with velvet sheen,

To place on the altar of his God where

He prayed and worshiped every day.

A  rose had come to serve in God's own play.