A Child In His Garden
by Carol Fitzpatrick
He left the gate open ever so slightly
Pushing it gently, I boldly peeked in at flowers standing in full array
He knew once I say it I'd surely want to stay.
I walked down the path that wound through the glade
Lush green tufts were home to bunnies who played
Finding a small white bench I sat and reflected.
'Till I felt the presence of someone coming near
If this is your garden, may I stay here a while?
He nodded while planting a fragrant pink rose.
Your flowers are so lovely I'm glad that I came
Please tell me,
whatever is your name!
He looked deep into my eyes as peace flooded through me.
Then I knew that it wasn't a gardener sitting beside me
But the tenderest of souls wrapping protective arms
'Round my shoulders He said I'd never grow old.
No more will you wander afraid and alone
A flower on loan, my garden's fine treasure.
I missed you...So I called you home.