The fog hangs low this Sabbath morn
I saw a rose I could’ve sworn
Red shimm’ring petals, not one thorn
Out in the distance, so forlorn
As I approached, a wintry breeze
Blew autumn leaves atop the trees
Shiv’ring, I felt a sudden freeze
The rose remained, no petals amiss
Blust’ry weather, stormy morning
There the rose, still and unflinching
Midst the gold and brown leaves swirling
In the wind, its petals gleaming!
In awe and wonder, there I stood
The message clearly understood
Storms in life. Worry? I never should
Be like the rose I certainly could!
Steadfast, wherever my life goes
A lesson I’ve learned from the rose
Unbowed in the face of my foes
E’er smiling despite all my woes!
© Vic A Evora
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