God's Garden
If there is a god and how is it possible, there is not,
then he would be right here
sitting next to me on this bench.
He would already know and see
the peace and tranquility
lying in the midst of the yard’s activity
as it is set aside from the world around.
These wooden fences
high and stiff
close in this safe escape
from the turmoiled anxiety beyond the gate.
He would rest momentarily
recalling to me the story of the first garden
with all its possibilities,
now lost.
The trees would bow in the wind
sweeping a grand display of thank yous
in gratitude to the wonders
of his magnificent design.
The waters would flow clear and untainted
singing praise to its Creator
who gave life to all around
the birds, the fish, creatures and humankind.
Then, when he was satisfied and refreshed
with the beauty, hope and love that thrives
He’d move on
to other tasks.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
