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.