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 its loss,

Be comforted – the rose blooms there –

Its beauty even greater now,

Nurtured by God’s own loving care.