The Oneness of the Garden©
Ah, the garden
The lovely, the beautiful garden
How it draws my Spirit to come,
Rest, seek peace. . .
I come and I lie in its beauty
The colors and hues surround me
The softness of the green
The explosiveness of the red and orange
The yellow envelopes me
The magenta, the purple, the blue
All seem to take on the shape of me
I lie in awe of its wonderful fragrance
I close my eyes, I imagine seeing the Hand
That drew and painted the garden
His Hand created me in the garden
Ah, the garden
The lovely, the beautiful garden
How it draws my Spirit to come,
Home, rest and be atone with the garden
Irma L Williams – 12/2010©
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