In My Garden of Freedom
In My Garden of Freedom
To no human, do I belong!
I am the afterglow of freedom’s song.
My friends bring me water and light.
The hour matters not, even at midnight!
It is no secret, one need not kneel on floors.
Begging for others to open their heart’s doors.
My friends are humble yet accomplished in life skills.
They are not dancing pridefully, to some selfish quadrille.
They rarely, suddenly, disappear nor fall silent in my life.
And those who do…I know their hearts are experiencing strife!
My Lord, has provided more than plentifully for all my needs.
And, I look to that final day, when he brings me home,with Godspeed!
Through many centuries, I am fortunate to have flourished and lived.
I hope that in my final hours, I realize I have taken less than I indeed, gived.
A miraculous life, blessed thrice and spared the gnarls of death!
Let my final words, be in praise of God, in a humble breath.
9/20/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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