Is there a haven so tranquil and calm in the garden?
The birds there are singing and all seems at peace.
But listen to the singing! Not all are content.
A thrush is alarmed! Is it a cat or the crows?
Ofttimes we know not who we are or from where we come.
You do not grow old, what was lost is of no import.
Where we go no space to perceive, no time to pass by
Or things to possess. The dream we are in will end quite soon.
The table you bring is welcome of course, together we share.
Where blossoms the beauty in the garden we tend and care
For Thy Love is there too, wrapped in the buds open soon.
Once found no choice! No option. Now together we stand!
photo geoff clements text geoff clements