Black Rose

Thunder claps loudly and even in the darkness a light of hope sparks itself once in a while. Treasures filled with memories keep us going through life although they are silent. We become mirrored in images of our past, reluctantly wanting to let go of them, especially after the death of loved ones, dear to our hearts. Love is all we need to keep them bright and shining before our mind's eyes. We respect the feelings of being lost and alone with our tears of sadness falling to heaven. Prayers recited daily, hoping God will see us through once more. Gently drifting throughout life, trying to see the path ahead without stumbling or falling. Crying. On knees, crying, trying to pray for one more chance as yet another close relative is folded in the blossom of death's black rose.