In times of horror, there will always be roses

There will always be roses,

there will always be new birth
and hope and joy.
The sun will always come up in the morning
and the stars will glow forever.

 

Only the ghastliness will pass away,

the stench and fear of death,
the greed and torment,
the unforgivable and irreclaimable.

 

Washed with a new rain, a summer’s day shines forth,

Clean and bright, optimistic and young.
How is it, that when all around us lies death and desolation
we can see beauty mitigating the night?
Yet in times of peace and plenty
all we can see is evil?



"There will always be roses":  Mrs Miniver, World War II English film