In the Chalice of a Rose

Deep within the dew-cool chalice of a rose,
        Of a rose,
Do you read the mystic secrets of a rose?
           Does a master sculptor's carving
           Speak of One by Galilee?
           Is His love for pristine beauty
           In the perfect symmetry
        Of a rose?
Do you scan the moonlight lyrics of a rose,
        Of a rose--
Pearls of truth within the chalice of a rose?
           Is a virgin bud unfolding
           Fragranced by an Infant's breath?
           Do you see the Risen Master
           When you weep the gentle death
        Of a rose?

Twelve Red Roses

(From Joyce on my Sixtieth Birthday)

Only a Master could conceive of you
And put conception into living form:
Your chalices adorned with pearls of dew,
A perfect symmetry of line to charm,
Breathtaking artistry, a matchless norm.
So like a blushing bride, each fragrant bloom!
No mere coquettes, you are sincere and warm.
Your loveliness enchants away all gloom
And brings the splendor of a palace to my room.