The foolish trust is in the white rose
Time and time again
When the winter months bear harshness
Or the summer sun brings rain
On a parallel cliff you stumble
Knowing what truth is flight
If only the rose would open
Producing all of its delight
The rush begins with musing
The walk is full and light
The blight is non existent
For the lovely rose is right
And across the valleys, and among the seas
The stars do shine, and the moon does plead
But where does the attention go,
Skyward holding the rose to show
Not a leap of faith but a flight unknown
Into the unavoidable parts below,
Fear trembles, trembles freely transform
What was simple obstacle is triumph found.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
Time and time again
When the winter months bear harshness
Or the summer sun brings rain
On a parallel cliff you stumble
Knowing what truth is flight
If only the rose would open
Producing all of its delight
The rush begins with musing
The walk is full and light
The blight is non existent
For the lovely rose is right
And across the valleys, and among the seas
The stars do shine, and the moon does plead
But where does the attention go,
Skyward holding the rose to show
Not a leap of faith but a flight unknown
Into the unavoidable parts below,
Fear trembles, trembles freely transform
What was simple obstacle is triumph found.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
Contact me for reprint/posting permission.
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