Danielle N. Calhoun
SACRED ROSE
Beauty red,
Beauty seen,
The sacred rose
Is found in thee.
It has been torn,
Battered,
Beaten.
Nevertheless,
It lives on,
Keeps on beating.
It holds the love,
Shame and fear
That you feel,
Year after year.
This sacred rose,
It is the heart;
It blossoms and grows
With each new start.
©Copyright July 18, 2002 by Danielle N. Calhoun