In the Garden of the Soul

The brilliant roses planted in Thy name

Are leafless now in winter's cold embrace,

The sap within descended to the soil

And of their beauty lingers not a trace.

All our dreams of spring are dormant now

As we look back remembering the sun

That burned from human eyes in human form

And know, though we cannot see, the battle won.

Hearts once touched by the flower of her smile

And minds pierced byher words, truth's javelin,

No season's chill, no inclement atmosphere,

No cloud of discontent can veil within

The light that grows in earth and in our souls,

Where blooms the silver rose of sacrifice

And open the golden flowers of gratitude,

When winter's calm is wed to rapture's spring.