The Garden Poem by cheryl davis miller

There once was a time
when I had a garden.
A place I could go to
and spend time with You.
Blossoms and Willow's bough
filled that sweet Garden.
Their beauty over-shadowed
by the essence of You.

There You would whisper
the sweetest things to me.
Blushing I'd whisper
sweet things back to You.
Consumed with each other
time flew by so swiftly.
I was caught up in Rapture
each time I met You.

The Cold Wind was jealous
and plotted against Us.
Swollen with anger
in a rage he did blow.
Crushing the Blossoms
petal by petal.
Attempting to destroy
the tender Willow.

When the Wind ceased
I ran to my Garden.
Blossoms and Willow bough
lay on the ground.
Wind resumed blowing
as soon as I entered.
Listened for Your voice
but only heard the Wind's sound.

I ran from my Garden's
apparent destruction.
Ran from the sight of it
battered and bruised.
Shocked at the outcome
of Cold Winds a blowing.
I left Our sweet Garden
bewildered and confused

Then one day by 'chance'
I passed by our Garden.
I smelled sweet Blossoms
Willow waved in the air.
I sensed Your Presence
and ran into our Garden.
And oh my Beloved
I've found You there,
oh my Beloved, I've found You there.

c.d.m.10 - 7- 10