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Have you noticed that poetry and prayer share a common purpose?  They each issue forth from the heart where God connects the dots to everything we experience in life.

For instance, I placed a white rose, given to me at my mother’s funeral, inside a picture frame reminding me of her ascent to eternity.  That rose is still fresh, giving me hope and peace.

The White Rose by John Boyle O’Reilly

The red rose whispers passion

And the white rose breathes of Love;

O, the red rose is a falcon,

And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream white rosebud

With a flush on its petal tips’

For the love that is purest and sweetest

Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

True to her good nature, my mother is now more beautiful than the white rose in the picture frame.

“A life filled with love must have some thorns, but a life empty of love will have no roses.”  –Anonymous