“’tis Sunday morning aroun’ 3 a.m. …
the best time for my thoughts to congeal
and give me solace in this vast, infinite Universe.
I peer into the Cosmos amidst the stars, and …
I see your face, and …
I think of an American Beauty Red Rose.
The grandeur of its essence,
the pure smell of its fragrance,
and sweet, sweet scent
which envelopes the air that surrounds.
I ponder life and the reason why we exist,
always amazed by the simplicity of the things that be …
yet, the magnificence of its construction and purpose.
I have a reason for this one life …
that which is,
to convey the truth to the masses.
To enlighten the lost,
to help those who can’t find their way
in Life’s long journey.
Yes, I envisioned a Red Rose
on an early Sunday morn …
and found my way.”