It takes courage to stand tall
when we feel our wounds so visible
worried that all will witness our pain…
Courage and bravery…
strength beyond words.
You present yourself with such grace
with such dignity, head held high
turning your face to the light
letting the sun warm your soul
knowing that you have…
God’s blessings at your finger tips.
For God lives next to a rose bush.
Every prayer a new rose.
Every hurtful thought a thorn.
If we are willing…
we replace our hurtful thoughts
with thoughts of joy.
We can carry with us
the strength of the thorn
the beauty of the rose
And we are never, ever alone.
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd
*Note: Years ago I was invited to a friends wedding and advised in advance that the Mother of the Bride had recently been left for a younger women. The Father was coming to his daughter’s wedding with his new bride. I included this poem with a thank you note for inviting me.