A Cry 'In the Garden'

I take a walk- it's late at night.
I fear loneliness,
so I bring my music along with me.
I listen deeply as I walk out into a field of emerald grass,
Though I can't see this- the darkness of night envelops me,

I can't say my ears are full of the music- it comes and goes.
Sometimes I'm hearing it- full and beautiful,
And other times, I'm thinking.
The loneliness is creeping around the corners of my mind, ready to pounce,
Until I find the music again, and it scampers off.

I am again listening to the music in my head.
The late Mr. Cash sings of a Garden.
He sings of solace, of peace.
He sings of a voice of such beauty,
That the birds Quiet their songs.

And in this field of green grass,
Green that I trust is there though I can't see it,
As I trust in a driving force in my life,
Though It has yet to evidence itself,
With any definite clarity,

In the midst of this field,
I fall on my knees.
I am overcome with a Power.
I remove my hat- placing it neatly on the ground,
And I cry.

They take a moment to appear,
But I feel them approaching,
And soon, a few lonely tears stream down my face.
The Power that has overcome me- I feel it
In the tiny droplets of water, that fall slowly down my face.

And for the first time- perhaps ever-
I am deeply sad,
I am supremely happy,
I am strangely fearful of the future,
And I am greatly relieved of the weight of the past.

Somehow, the tears-
These Power-filled tears falling down my cheeks-
They have provided me with a sense of relief,
That I have not felt in longer
Than I can possibly hope to remember.


And though the song of safety is long over,
The voice of the Man in Black
Still rings on in my mind,
“And the Voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses...

“And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His Own.
And the Joy we share,
As we tarry there,
None other has ever known.”