I saw a dazzling beauty,

A rose as white as snow;

Soft petals wet with pearls of dew,

Caught the dawning’s glow.

A whisper of its fragrance

Filled the morning air.

An artist’s pen could never sketch

The splendor I saw there.

Each tiny petal perfect,

Touched by the Master’s hand.

A bit of heaven’s glory

That Yah has shared with man.

Mildred Eslick Garner

December 10, 1999