Poetry: Gods Tears

by Liam

In that far off garden

God whispered to a rose

Its waking petals primed to life

Songs of color to behold

Rarest fairest handsome

Perfume dancing from the bud

A tear too, fell that morning

Blessed, from Gods cheek a drop.

The rose in wonder answered,

“This flower of perfection, is here for all to love

Gods gift a thorn,

Which came from heaven high above

The pain we some times suffer

The lonely fear in me

So share a rose, a symbol

Love, hope, care and fraternity

The thorn is the reminder

We never are forlorn

The rose my gift of beauty

To brighten every morn.