Gardens Poem by Pat CoughlinMawson

GARDENS
I use to dream of gardens
so very far away
With colors in the distance
but I didn't know the way

I knew some day I'd go there
but I couldn't find the path
And so I just began to walk
without a course or map

I knew if I kept going
around the mud and rocks
The beauty of the garden
would show within the blocks

Some days I walked the path alone
some days I cried for help
A hand to hold, some words of Love
would carry me through hell

And then one day I saw it
coming near and near
My very precious garden
with colors clear and dear

I stood there and just marveled
at its beauty deep and wide
I smelled its fragrance, touched its leaves
let go and gently cried

I thought the path was very long
it's really very short
But there are clouds along the way
that one must see and sort

The garden lies within your soul
its beauty is within
Just keep on walking down your path
let beauty now begin

Walk down that path of clouds and mud
for on the other side
You'll find your heart, and see your soul
your beauty and your pride!