Heart to Heart

This was my very first composition after I adopted the name Sally Rose given to me by my special friend, Charlie. Even now, I sit stunned when I read it. I think, "I wrote that?" God is truly wonderful in the gifts He bestows. I am blessed. Enjoy...

Heart to Heart

And when God brought forth the grasses
and all the plants upon the Earth
He recalled when He dreamed in color
and the grandeur it was worth
and He envisioned such a beauty
in its own self was content
of the power it was given
from the hand whence it was sent
it would rival all the others
stand so righteous, so adored
universal in its pleasure
it would be welcomed with accord
just one glimpse could cause the heartbeat
to but quicken in delights
it could bring the brightest shimmer
in the loneliest of nights
ne'er before was heard such language
oh so subtle and serene
that could melt away the saddest song
the world had ever seen
cloaked in color it could whisper
verses plenty and extol
all the mighty virtue of a heart
to the depths in each man's soul
in its own way it could comfort
and bring blessings of such grace
just to view it could sprout beauty
lined with courage to embrace
deepest sorrows with their anguish
and their unrelenting pain
and yet knowing in the end that
we'll not pass this way again
it would warn us of coming joys
for in each season is a time
where the heart lies unattended
fully tied to the sublime



whosoever finds the glory
in the deepest of repose
is reminded how we suffered
in the smiting of the blows
of life's follies and its hardships
ah, but so the lesson goes
that we rise once more inspired by
the new paths that we chose
we celebrate achievements
all the details we disclose
we revel in the happiness
with which our life bestows
we're lifted up on mighty wings
oh how our spirit glows
seems years ago and plenty now
since we have felt our woes
we dance in meadows filled with dreams
and lie in grasses beneath our toes
we see it is all born of God
and rest our heads and begin to doze
our eyes flitter and they flutter
and as they start to close
we see it there just beyond our sight
hidden in the meadow's clothes
everything seems so surreal
and then surely the time slows
we stumble, we run to it breathless
we know it's no use to oppose
but even if we could, we wouldn't
in the ecstasy we feel the throes
for it doesn't happen every day
you come heart to heart with a rose

~ by Sally Rose
(c) 2008