One White Rose

January 16, 2019

By Libby Powell


There was black.
And there was white.


In the silence of the morning mist,
a golden halo frames a pale face,
set and stern,
stiff above a coal-black gown that
brushes against the shiny marble
in the dewy grass.
she reads the words,
finely chiseled
into rocky gray…
new and
A tear splashes on
the cold

In her grasp
one white rose
lies wilting,
stark against her dress.
She bows her head,

staring at the pencil lines

sweeping into petals

of velvety softness,

shining bright,

sparkling in the sunlight.

White and black,
life and death
pulse through her weary mind,
searing every breath of air
until it is her


Why does so much beauty grow in


The pain is coursing
through her veins,
her hands are icy cold with hurt,
her swirling brain is
Yet, as she glances down again
upon the smooth curves
and pale white,
she knows that within the mourning
she is not alone.


“Dear daughter,”
speaks a glowing voice,
“Come unto me,
forget your fears
and let me take away your tears.
For I bring life and
I bring hope.”


And then,
as though a mist had cleared,
the gruesome shadows of her pain
fade from her eyes—
yet sorrowful but
new with peace.
Quietly she places upon the stone
a slender rose,
milky white
and flawless.
A sudden understanding warms
the pupils of her eyes.


Oh, pure rose,
resting in the throes
of death,
fresh amid the pain,
undefiled by ugliness,
ornament on every grave—
they say white petals

are for death,
but you
Even through the brokenness,
you stand tall,
elegantly graceful,
reminding us that death is not
the finish line—
it is but entrance
into life.


white rose
with ivory skin,
awaken hope within our souls,
for we know that in the pain of death,
life—eternal, sweet, and pure—
is whispering,
“It’s not the end!”


Libby is a follower of Jesus who is a book lover and a learning writer. Her passion is music and reaching the nations, including her own, with the gospel of Christ. She is a lover of tea who enjoys giving hugs and tries to help people when they are hurt. Her one goal is for God to be glorified in every area of her life. She can’t wait until the day He returns to establish His kingdom, and she eagerly does her best to live for Him.


  1. Ariel Ashira

    Oh, wow, Libby! You nearly had me in tears at the end! That is SO beautiful!!!

    • Libby

      Wow, thank you so much! I value your comment highly and am so very glad you liked it! 🙂

  2. Katherine Baker

    You made me cry, Libby. This poem was so sweet and sad. Thank you for speaking the truth.

    • Libby

      Ach, you all are making me cry now! <3 Thank you so much!

  3. Emma Huckabee (Emma Starr)

    I love, love, love this, Libby!! *warm hug* You must have worked so hard on crafting each line; the imagery is so powerful!

    • Libby

      Emma, your warm hug made my day <3 Thank you – your comment means so much to me!

  4. Evelyn

    This is gorgeous Libby. Thank you for such a treasure. <3

    • Libby

      Aw, thanks Evelyn 🙂 I’m so happy you liked it <3

  5. Lin

    Beautiful <3

    • Libby

      Thank you, Lin <3

  6. Eden Anderson

    My grandpa died this week and I had just come back from his burial when I read this. You had me in tears, Libby. This is so beautiful; it spoke to my soul. It was like a warm hug. Thank you, dear. ❤️

    • Libby

      Oh Eden, thank you for sharing that with me. Your comment brought tears to my eyes as I remembered the deaths of close friends. It’s so good to know that our Heavenly Father has it all in his hands. <3 Love you, friend!

  7. Emily C.

    Beautiful… you have amazing talent. Keep on writing for the Lord. 🙂

    • Libby

      Thank you so much, Emily. I really appreciate your encouragement 🙂 It means so much <3

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