Magic Iron Door
Twelve Tiers high, the last bale of hay is on the wagon
Suddenly the ground rumbles and the Growth of an Iron door
In the middle of the hay field , rusted hinges caked with dirt
I walked to the other side, the same door from inside was locked
Walking back to the front of the door I brushed away some dirt
There was an inscription, vigorously I brushed the belly of the door
“ The Key is a Teardrop of LOVE ”
My Mind went through Time, to July 10, 1956 : When my brother George “Died”
The tears flooded my cheeks, cascading down the Valley of an old man’s Life
I brushed my eyes and a Tear trickled against the Iron door, The door disappears
The doorway GLOWS with GLORY “ Welcomed to the “ Garden of a Loving Heart “
As I step inside, the birds sing Welcome to Peace and Tranquility, Welcome to LOVE
I could understand their voices, as they understand mine : The flowers spoke in Sight
“ Wafting, Aromas for ETERNITY “
Sunrise, and Sunset colors sooth Mother Earth’s compassion, the Forest and Seas Smile
I listened to the gurgle of the brook :” Grace Unites Reality , Grace Lives Eternal “ Always
The Butterflies converse with the Flowers; as the oceans speak to the clear blue sky
I walk on the gentle Zephyr wind to the colorful Sunset To the twilight of Eternity
With open arms my past Loves welcomes me ; my future beckons me with serenity
I know I must return to reality : as I leave I set a Tear by the doorway “for tomorrow”
Upon my return, to fulfill My Destiny
Inspired By the POEM "The Enchanted Garden" Written by "Constance ~ A Rambling POET"~
For The Contest by Constance "I am sending YOU a Gift of POETRY~ Dear Heart"
Dedicated to ~ Constance ~ by HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Copyright © Hgarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010
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