Undying Beauty

They did their best
And they are blest-
The sap, the shoots,
The little leaves and roots;
The benign breath,
The touch of light –
All worked in amity
To grow the rose’s beauty.
Watch its splendour,
Its undying grandeur,
The Infinite Face
That peeps through its little case.
Watch not in grief
Its falling petals or its brief
Sojourn here;
For its career
Done, its duty ends;
Toward the Immortal’s home it tends.
The sap dried,
The summer petals fled,
Its body pines;
Yet its death’s divine;
Through the death it spurns
Its deathless glory’s won;
The rose is dead –
Its beauty lives instead.

- P.Yogananda

One thought on “Undying Beauty

  1. Mariya

    “The rose is dead it’s beauty lives instead”
    I pray that if my spirit is dead, there will be beauty to live instead, if my body is dead, there will be God to live instead. I pray…

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