(For Katherine Bregy) <br /> <br />I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, <br />For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. <br />I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, <br />From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree. <br /> <br />But when I took my posy and laid it at His feet <br />I found He had His roses a million times more sweet. <br />There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand, <br />And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land. <br /> <br />Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told, <br />That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold. <br />Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red, <br />A little wreath of roses around His radiant head. <br /> <br />A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face, <br />And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place. <br />He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I, <br />And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-76/
