Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Darrell I miss yuo

 To my Darrell. my ice cream buddy. my frend. my big bro. the wrrld is black wthowt you.

A rose once grew
where all could see,
sheltered beside
a garden wall,

And as the days passed
swiftly by,
it spread its branches,
straight and tall....
One day, a beam of light
shone through
a crevice that had
opened wide ~

The rose bent gently
toward its warmth
then passed beyond
to the other side
Now, you who deeply
feel its loss,
be comforted ~ the rose blooms there ~
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by
God's own loving care.

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