Rose to Nose
Lying there, so quiet and still,
breathing softly, obedient to God’s will,
his one great desire,
ascend in a chariot of fire.
While waiting, the world passed by,
in his mind, miles away and miles high,
sweet smelling memories he knows,
one last breathe – rose to nose.
Fragrant, pungent, sweet as can be,
none other as sweet, as He,
mistakes and faults known too well,
rose to nose, cannot resemble hell.
Breathe deep, a joy complete,
seventy times seven, forgiveness repeat,
a rose is a rose is a rose,
like none other, no one knows.
Some red and some white,
love and humility quite,
he left this world fulfilled,
like nails to a house, His love will build.
© 2006 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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