Caroline Giltinan: Overnight, a Rose

Overnight, a Rose

Caroline Giltinan

That overnight a rose could come  I one time did believe, For when the fairies live with one,  They wilfully deceive. But now I know this perfect thing  Under the frozen sod In cold and storm grew patiently  Obedient to God. My wonder grows, since knowledge came  Old fancies to dismiss; And courage comes.  Was not the rose  A winter doing this? Nor did it know, the weary while,  What color and perfume With this completed loveliness  Lay in that earthly tomb. So maybe I, who cannot see  What God wills not to show, May, some day, bear a rose for Him  It took my life to grow.