I love the eyes
Of the morning rose.In them I see
The Beauty of God.I love the ears
Of the evening rose.In them I see
The Patience of God.I love the lips
Of the dying rose.From them I hear
The message of God’s new Dawn. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 19, Agni Press, 1974
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