Red Rose (Photo credit: iProzac)

When The Rose of Life draws near to whisper

The path of His becomes much lighter.

We see with eyes which know no bounds.

And hear such lovely joyous sounds.

We speak with words that don’t belong

To the valley below, from whence we spawned.

To misstep now and lose that ground.

To feel the void of soundless sound.

We find that we, though heaven bound,

Are yet in flesh and wanting, how profound.