Beyond My Garden

Prayer in a Garden

Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours

Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.

I saw again familiar filigree

Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;

I heard the robins stirring in their nest;

And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;

Reflected stars were in my garden pool;

On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.

The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,

Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud

Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see

The beauty that today was lost to me.

Dear god, who is so near to flowers, and birds,

Be nearer still, as I shall search for words

To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,

Which through the day discouragement concealed.

-Eva SPARKS TAYLOR

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Today, Sunday, morning is quiet.
My photo and Ms Taylor's poem touch each other in a certain way.
A garden is filled with hope and promise.
Embrace a promise.
It is a secret gift.
Love you.
Me