This is a poem that my friend Nesta wrote some years back. Nesta often visited Mum, and this was one she read to her.
To the blind, untouched By the beauty of the rose, Is the dark misfortune Many a poor soul knows; But greater far The tragedy of those Who, sightless, walk Where the Rose of Sharon grows, Whose heart's eyes Neither follow where He goes Nor seek His face In moments of repose. Better to have missed The beauty of the rose Than the life eternal God in Christ bestows.
|Nesta F Sutheland (Copyright)|
"I am the Rose of Sharon..." Song of Solomon 2:1
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believe in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16
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