Poem April 24, 2000 Issue

A rose

Celine Rueff

I picked a single rose
and placed it in a vase.
Its beauteous perfection
touched my heart.

I thought I saw the face
of the child I love:
so innocent, so pure,
so full of joy and grace.

My tears were those of sudden
recognition. And then the tender whisper:
"It's the face of God you see—
the love of Love:

Bend your mental knee
and praise the Lord.
Pray to see that face
in every place!"

The rose still stands, and I see
its lesson, sweet, for me.

Celine Rueff

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