A ROSE FROM THE TEMPLE GARDEN

The October sun shone bright through a billowy cloud,
The garden still looked very lovely and rather proud
Of her show of colours that still bloomed everywhere,
And the scent of the flowers wafted on the cool air.

There in the rose garden still standing tall and strong,
Rose blossoms so fair, they surely cannot last long,
But so far they have survived a mild frost or two,
I wish I could pick one to last the year through.

I’ll take it, and press it, and treat it with great care,
Then in the cold winter months I’ll look at it lying there,
And remember the gardens when all the flowers grew
In beauty and fragrance, and colours of every hew.

The rose will remind me of God’s temple here on earth,
Of the beauty and the blessing that are of eternal worth,
Even the thorns will tell me that trials help us grow,
A thorn, just like the winter, is needed here below.

I think I’ll pick a red one to remind me of God’s love,
And wonder if flowers like this are in heaven above,
Where the fragrance will be eternal around God’s throne,
And maybe gather roses when He comes to call us home.

M Ann Margetson © October 18, 2000
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