Also from the 1991 archives:
The Rose of Life
I see the roses Lord,
and I wonder why life
is not as beautiful.
Filled with the lovely scent
of Rose
Soft and delicate and free;
silky are her petals,
and leaves of greenest green.
Then I look again,
And I see that
the roses too, have
thorns
And the scent is not so
lofting
When its sweetness is not
shared
with others
passing through
this life.
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