there are those quiet moments 
in life, where time passes slowly, 
that I can soak 
in the beauty of a stroll 
through a garden. You know 
of my retreats where I take passage 
in my secret gardens, those places 
not so hidden:
the butterfly 
eden, the hinterland 
view, the encroaching 
deep. 
you 
capture my thoughts 
in those refreshing pauses 
where I can gather myself; 
a still moment of beauty 
that is a joy, a drink 
from a private and pure fountain. 
                    
“Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.” -- Song of Solomon 4:12
Thursday, August 20, 2009
My Secret Garden
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