A ROSE IN OUR HANDS

A rose in our hands,
covered in dew,
we only see the thorns.

What does it take
to see the love,
when we only see life's storms?

To savor the vision
to remember the fragrance
of this momentary gift.

To dance the dance,
to climb the mountain,
to have the faith,

In things unseen,
Hold the rose in your hand,
Smell the wonderful fragrance,

While you dance!

I wrote this poem on the 6th of June, 2007 on www.kitakitz.com Author name, Pami