Rose's Poetry

My Children...
Our Children...
Your Children...

My children are the sweet and bitter fruit
Fallen from the tree of life...

My children are the beauty of the misted stars
And gentle moon in coolness rising

My children are the promise for tomorrow's sun to rise and warm mankind

My children are the crystal consciousness
Of yesterday's dreams springing forward into tomorrow

My Children are the lotus blossoms pushing upward from the mud made by man

My Children are the all of today's reality
And they will bear the fruit of timeless generations

My Children are drops in the great ocean of tomorrow
And if this earth ceases to be
Our children will move into other realms until the great hand
Of God is placed upon their being

And they are to return to begin the eternity of tomorrow
Shining in the star sky of universes

My Children are not mine but belong to all
And your children are not yours

All Children rest gently in our hearts until
They are called to create the great fires for
God's manifestation

My Children, Your Children, Our Children are gifts
Of hope sent to us wrapped in purity

They must move through this great life
Lesson for they are the hope for the echo of yesterday
And the song of tomorrow...

 

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