The Rose

There was a large crack in my garden wall,
An unsightly thing to see
So I planted there a rose bush,
And cared each day for it tenderly.

I watched my rose grow in the sunshine
Kissed by the morning dew,
It gladdened my heart
As it hid the large crack from my view.

One morning I walked in my garden
To see how my rose was growing
Its branches had crept through the crack
In the wall and the flower was no longer showing.

So it is within God’s flower garden
Some roses are hid from our view.

Rose branches creep towards the pure sunlight
Thru the cracks life has to offer.

We are left with the thorny stems
And our hearts take long to mend,
But in God’s garden, the roses grow tall
On the other side of the wall

Barbara Paul
1928 - 2000