Roses bloomed
in December
on a hill,
unexpected promise
to a bishop
who had his doubts.
A faithful hand
gathered them
perhaps unsure
why he had been given
this mission,
but still willing to obey.
As they cascaded to the floor
one by one,
revealing a mystery
to the amazement
of those gathered,
did you smile, Lady,
at their wonder
that the mundane
could be shattered
by the touch
of a loving God?
That is beautiful.