A Rose Filled Vase
By Joanne Standfield
As I relax in my lounge room this evening,
my gaze falls upon a rose filled vase.
Beautiful, vibrant colors
such a glorious display.
Picked by my friend from her garden
following a time of prayer,
my friend, myself and the Holy Spirit
just the three of us were there.
But now as I reflect,
I realise angels were there too,
commissioned to encamp around us
watching over all we do.
There was probably quite a gathering
inside that house today,
as our prayers arose like incense
before the throne of grace.