The Roses Poem by Barry Blander
The Roses
Oh Lord,
Hide me amongst
The roses strewn
Along your wrist
Your wounds
Are tenderly
And simply kissed
And as we turn toward You
The moon does not see our faces
And as our souls burn for You
Love dances
Into the heart's hungry places
Our Lady in white
Sits meekly upon a spire
Cherubs and Seraphs
Dip and swoop
About the Celestial Fire.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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4/26/2024 4:21:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply beautiful! An ode to the Celestial Glory. A poem that lifts up. Thank you for sharing, Barry.