The rose was still intact as beautiful as can be.

The cremation was complete, but the rose he could see.

You may say that can’t be and that’s what I thought.

So I called to find out – it was the truth that I sought.

The priest was beloved – a man they adored.

And the rose did not burn – they were all in accord.

My faith was still growing, but doubt –  it crept in.

Then he said it was true and it blossomed within.

My faith, it has grown so much since that day.

But this memory I love I want to display.

To thank our dear Lord for this little delight.

This little story that helped me take flight.