Another masterful poem from WITS Poet Laureate Ron Judson who conveys his deep love for and expresses the blessing that he has in his Godly Rose.
MY GODLY ROSE
My rose is wilting, all the same
I love her spirit, soul and frame.
Her life has changed over years,
Not so focused, strong and sure.
Years have come, and years have gone,
We’re some what worn, but have our song.
In the drawn out span of time
Unchanged inside, my rose is mine.
Her love for babies distracts her day,
Two feet, four feet, coo or play.
Compassion for all folks in need
Compel her prayers, she intercedes.
Tasks set aside to be with friends
When circumstances break and bend.
A godly woman, so rare to find,
Precious as gold, this rose that’s mine.
Unknown, the future, will unfold.
Frail our bodies, but spirits bold.
Memories of days unknown
By younger ones as yet not grown.
Goals and passions spent and gone,
Body’s weaker, but with song.
Surrendering to our God who’s strong,
Life lived out, not right or wrong.
Jesus’ plan to save our souls,
Whether old and gray, or young and bold.
Finishing well – into His arms,
Home one day safe from harm.
Living out remaining days
Pointing home as lights that pray.
Loving, living through life’s throes,
Ever blessed by my godly rose.
Copyright © 2012 Ronald Judson