Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Six-Year Rose

Six-Year Rose

Always a sigh
With an eye to the sky.
A heart and a glance;
Holy circumstance.

Comfort I seek
That day, in a week.
Six-year rose
Not one to oppose.

One single stem,
Purposed resplend
Porch light on
Moonspun dawn.

Descend the stair
I see you there.
Divinely stated.

White and pure,
You found your cure.
Heaven, reachable
Peace, teachable.

Slow to unfold,
A sight to behold.
Shimmering through
A window view.

See me still
In God’s will.
Though others fade,
One bloom made 

Winter’s midflight,
But spring’s delight
A promise late hour
In a white rose flower.

Bloom eternal
Memory fertile
Six years more?
I wait on the Lord.

Coleene VanTilburg
Feb. 19, 2013 

I arose late one night last week, after Ted left the house in the wee hours. Wee hour?  Sixty minutes fills each one, twenty-four brings the sun full circle. Tick Tick, time passes, almost 6 years since my son journeyed to Heaven.  A disturbance rouses my slumber. The TV, on for no one; no one any more. The screen goes black; silent night returns.  

Stepping down the staircase, illuminated by a porch light left to shatter the darkness, the rose stem with one single bud beginning to burst,  reached up. I stopped mid stair to gaze at the flower, showing off its bloom through the slats of the blinds of my front window. Funny how every other rose bush in the garden received their yearly pruning--all 10 of them 'cept this one. No reason for me; God's timely purpose.

A Holy encounter with the God of peace.  A pure rose still at bloom despite circumstances, despite the world, despite even me.  A white rose to see in the wee hours of  dawn, each petal whispering love, opening to beauty in forever and ever. Tears slide in gratitude, for God is good and white roses are good and heaven is good and Tim...yes, he is good. 


  1. So precious is His love, and a mother's love is ever so sweet. My husband and I were in Maui a few days ago, I sat and watched two bright yellow butterflies flitting about, I though of you and whispered a prayer. Hugs!

  2. Gary and I spotted our first butterfly yesterday walking the poochies and thought about you. Your ways of finding comfort in the little things that the Lord provides is an example to of us all. Love the meter in this poem, it has a tick tock feel to it that reinforces the message.

  3. I too have a rose bush in memory of my mother. The name on the tag was PEACE. It was what I prayed for, for her and for me. The sight of it's bloom brings me peace each year. It's important to remember those we loved. Your poem and his flower made for a day of PEACE. God is a good God... Dar