Dolorosa II

Red roses have a beauty
their stems bear sharp thorns.
Some angels wear white wings,
those fallen down grow horns.

Beauty is among great things
possessed by pretty flowers.
Nature has its bounty,
while heaven weeps with showers.

A family in genus Rosa
in the garden of Gethsemani,
and a path of the Dolorosa
inspired us to pray a Rosary.
Blood runs red, or so it's said
among heavenly blue "Morning Glories"
from the dead, after it is shed
according to beautiful bible stories.

Sorrow has no hold where love has no end.
Light travels quickly where darkness must wait.
Joy to the world, contrition is our friend .
We hope to meet again just beyond life's gate

*There is a lay cemetary in The Abby of our Lady of Gethsemani Trappist Ky where many of my ancestors
rest who I am sure walked a path of Dolorosa in the hopes of reaching The Garden of Paradise

I would like to dedicate this poem to my sister Doroles Rose and the many great nephews and neices that she left and also those who are with her