Roses
(For Katherine Bregy)
I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be,From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the redrose tree.But when I took my posy and laid it at His feetI found He had His roses a million times more sweet.There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand,And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of theland.Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told,That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold.Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red,A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face,And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and floweryplace.He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I,And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.
Sign in to like, rate and collect poems, and keep track of what you've read.