The Garden
The Garden
Come,
Spend the day,
walk the garden with me;
ask what flowers grow;
pick a peach, a pear, a fig or tomato;
let me share with you
a place of tranquility and inner peace
where neither fear nor hate grow,
where lost and found intermingle.
Stay,
for more than a moment.
Embrace
the true pleasures of life,
of birth, growth and nurturing,
of unconditional love.
Contemplate
the meaning and purpose
of life, living well,
its goals, triumphs, treasures
and true successes.
Don’t hesitate,
come back to the garden
where your heart was first created.
You are always welcome here.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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