Honorable Mention for Inspirations Poetry Contest for June 2008. |
God’s Secret Garden ‘Twas a warm summer day as silently I strode On a long since forgotten, old country road Lost in the memories of my childhood past Slowly I journeyed down the long dusty path Basking in the warmth of the sun at noon day When soft scents of wonder wafted my way Around the next bend and off to one side Lay a treasure the forest of trees tried to hide Behind ancient walls of falling down brick Beneath vines of wisteria fragrant and thick An old wooden gate hung open wide With childish excitement I stepped softly inside A rustic stone fountain that once used to flow With wild flowers and weeds is now overgrown Around the once fountain all barren and dry Rusty iron benches, now too, covered with vines Violet, daisies and sweet peas to name just a few Amongst sweet wild roses lingered an iris or two A bright rainbow of color, a delight for my eyes Blended softly with the sound of a meadowlark’s cry If ever you’ve wondered where God might call home Down an old country road someday you should roam Behind vine covered walls nestled back in the trees Through an old wooden gate, that’s where He’ll be. |