Near shady wall a rose once grew,
budded and blossomed
in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night. As it grew and blossomed
fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone
a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light
through the crevice length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope recieve,
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of your,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.
I found this poem folded up in a Bible and thought it was a rather beautiful concept that can relate to our Christian faith in many ways.