THE ROSE

by Gary Jacobson

The fair rose attracts

Like early morn's dew,

With eternally delightsome

Rose colored hue.

The rose invites

It's fragrant velvet to touch,

For the world's greatest glories

Are made of such.

A rose's sweet glory beguiles young hearts

Songs of love to sing,

Heralding soft breath of spring.

The peaceful rose has great power,

To quell contentious soul sour.

The pure rose brings to sight and mind

Delightsome fragrances of love,

Filling to bursting mortal hearts

With song sweet as the mourning dove.

Solemn peace the fair rose brings

To gentle mind's sublime,

The indelible imprint

Of life's harmony divine.

An eternal message is found

In a rose garden's treasure trove,

That forever and a day

Mortal future wove.

Flowers restore mankind to a higher plane,

Softly whispering in the winds.

The healing power of a rose

Sweet message to spiritual being sends.

The beauty of a rose is beyond guile,

Renewing the inner spirit

From strife and angers that rile.

The fragrance and hue of the rose brings

A heavenly peace,

A comforting balm

That will never surcease.

Roses speak volumes,

Like unto the sweetest poems.

A rose garden tis a sacred place,

For if you look closely there

In the bower

You can see God's face.