Thursday, 16 June 2011
Roses for Ann Marie
Silently she stood on the hill,
Overlooking at her childhood home.
So many memories she had left there
Before embarking on her own.
Unbeknownst to her
as she drifted through her thoughts,
were a pair of heavenly eyes
watching her from above.
A woman now grown
with a family of her own
Took great care of God’s world
and the people she met.
With one faithful husband
who stood at her side,
And two lovely daughters,
The light of her eyes.
She took care of goats,
dogs, horses and chickens.
A couple of cats ,
Her constant companions.
It may seem small
what dear Ann Marie could do
But in the eyes of the angel
she was mighty in heart.
Time and time again,
she would mend broken fences
Skinned knees and broken hearts.
Not just for family, but for strangers alike.
A few weird people she met
and though their faces she did not see
She offered up kindness, fairness and equality.
Wisdom like hers does not come everyday
It’s a treasure to be taken carefully.
And so the angel inquired above
As to what gift he could give
To this dear one so loved.
Her worth beyond that of gold.
It was not much for a woman so rare
But what she found when she returned to her home
Was a field of roses that had not been there before.
A blooming array of every color,
Red, yellow, pink, white and purple too.
The delightful fragrances
drifted through the air,
of each brilliant bloom
that was planted there.
For every rose that graced the field,
represented the pureness then kindness
of Ann Marie’s priceless soul.
A large field of roses may seem small
For such a life like that of Ann Marie
Who’s light shines in the darkness of strangers
And makes a way for friendships with laughter.
On this side of heaven
Where such people are rare
A field of roses pale
Beside the true beauty of Ann Marie.
But the angel fervently hopes,
and I do too.
That Ann Marie will be encouraged
by this small gift of favor
And continue to light up
the darkness with her love.