She wandered through a golden gate into a realm of glorious light.  She knelt to worship a lovely tree, with branches that arched into an azure sky and flowers that filled the air with sweet perfume.  But as she knelt in reverence, its flowers faded and fell into moldering leaves


Dismayed, she stood and gazed into a pool of lilies soft and and sweet. “Ah, here!” she thought, “is where I’ll find the blessing of eternal bliss!”  Again she knelt and plucked a bloom so delicate and rare, that eye had never seen before such beauty to compare.  But, alas, the bloom and all its mates sank beneath the water and naught was left but a reflection of her own anticipation.


Now she wandered through the aisles of nature’s boundless beauty; but with a rather jaundiced eye and no impetus to worship.  “This is what I’ve spent my life promoting and protecting.  I thought sweet Nature’s gifts were all we needed to be joyous!  Just to live in such a place of idyllic perfection where no one sought to profit from the destruction of such beauty would be a sweet utopia.”


Ahead she heard the lovely sound of wind chimes sweetly echo; and she hurried to a place that might deliver an explanation.  The chimes kept up their tinkling song as the path wound slowly upward.  The flowers bloomed less crowded here; there were stones upon the pathway.


Off to her left she saw a hill that defiled the glorious garden.  No flowers bloomed around the trees manmade and starkly forbidding.  She turned her head to lock the view from any contemplation, and saw another garden lane that beckoned to her with soft invitation.


When timidly brushing aside the weeping willow branches, she saw a tomb with its stone rolled aside.  And on the stone a bright angel, clothed in brightness and so regal, she fell at once to her knees and sought to worship in that place.


But the angel shook his head and disappeared. When she looked again, she saw a figure whose only sign of royalty was an outstretched hand and a look of love so compelling and so welcoming, she gladly gave her heart and knew she had found her home.



About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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9 Responses to THE GARDEN

  1. leah J. Lynn says:

    a story with beauty of nature, I love the vision of the flowers. lovely poem.

  2. tinkwelborn says:

    thanks for taking me on this trip. enjoyable.

  3. Serena Shay says:

    Beautiful story! Love the imagery. 🙂

  4. Taylor says:

    incredible imagery.

  5. elizena says:

    Loved the walk through the garden. I could picture everything so clearly in my mind. I could feel her joy as she finally accepted the outstretched hand and found she was finally home. Loved it!

  6. terri0729 says:

    How lovely!! Wonderful job, I really enjoyed it. smiles, Terri

  7. Chimnese says:

    You told this story so well, with both beauty and nature and what solitude nature can bring to our lives.

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