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TRUE GLORY


Crimson in color . . .

perfectly shaped . . .

the tiny bud appears.

everyone wonders . . .

what will unfold . . .

as the dew drops kiss it like tears.


Then the unveiling . . .

what glory to see . . .

with color as deep as a well!

oh the glory . . .

given this Rose . . .

is far more than any could tell.


Bumblebees buzz . . .

Hummingbirds hover . . .

drinking it's nectar so sweet.

returning the favor . . .

the bumblebees carry . . .

it's pollen upon their feet.


Beauty beheld . . .

nature appeased . . .

it is the end of life for the rose,

glory remembered . . .

nevermore seen . . .

as it's petals begin to close.


"How sad," you say "That life so short

and beauty so quickly gone. "

yet purpose accomplished

true glory has finally begun!


This is the reason the rose came to be,

an intricate puzzle piece,

for by His life and death He will bring . . .

one day to His church a release!


Peggy Jeanine Woody

9/24/1996. ©

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