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.