THE ROSE

 

A ROSE

 

 

 

I held a rose within my hand,

 

A crimson jewel of nature,

 

Each dew-fresh petal sparkling crisp,

 

And kissing back the golden sun of morning.

 

 

 

And I felt I held the Soul of God,

 

As God in Nature held the soul of me.

 

 

 

All is God,

 

And God is All.

 

The Sun,

 

The Rose,

 

My own small Soul.