23rd of December


This lovely poem is the fruit of, what must have been for the author, a very special retreat and it calls each one of us to remember those special and sacred moments in our lives when we truly experienced the incarnation and we together thank God for the privilege of sharing.

The Yellow Rose


The yellow Rose I saw

amid the thorny bush

The beauty of the Rose

I never understood.

The glow of the yellow Rose

Between the green shade leaves

There I looked and saw

The beauty I now believe.

The scent of the yellow Rose

It carried me away

To see the face of Jesus

In this this precious day.

The Yellow Rose has spoken to me

In it’s own special way

To listen - to ponder - to feel

To let Jesus know that I am real


The Yellow Rose I saw

Amid the thorny bush

The beauty of the “Yellow Rose”

Is now a part of me.


sent in by a canny wee Scot flyin’ around in her car helpin’ companions and all in sight - who is she?


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