The Garden

 

Come into your holy garden

the space, the place prepared for us.

It is dripping with honey, 

flowing with vines.

It is not an illusion --

there really is new wine!

It takes all your weakness

and trades it for strength.

It swallows insecurities,

you know you are safe.

It gives not takes!

It washes you,

frees you

so you're vibrant and free!

Oh, the joy when you come

into the garden with Me!

The fruit from the trees

sings a song your heart hears.

You listen as if for the first time

though it's been sung for a thousand years!

The flowers tell stories

as you pick them and smell.

Their fragrance speaks goodness

and reassures all is well.

The water that flows 

is clearer than glass,

and lets you see clearly 

who you are without masks.

And in the same way,

You see Me without blinders.

I let you come close 

and learn all there is to find here.

The garden is for us to enjoy in this world.

So, come to our garden.

You will find Me here.

My child, never fear.

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