The Secret Guardian In The Secret Garden Poem by Denis Martindale

There was this legend I was told,
Shared from father to son,
When people once were good as gold,
With evil never done...
Then came the Fall, when sin was born,
And secrets filled the air.
The Tree of Life was filled with scorn
And wept full of despair...

God saw the sin as it grew tall,
Much taller than the Tree,
That now in size seemed very small
And clothed in misery...
God told the Tree what it must do:
Keep secrets night and day...
The Tree agreed because it knew
How secrets fly away...

The Gossip Tree laughed at God's plan
And chose to spread the word,
As if to taint the heart of Man
And make his judgments blurred...
If others sin, then so can I,
That's how men chose to think...
And one-by-one, each soul must die,
In brand new graves to sink...

The Tree of Life keeps silent still,
As if it must not judge,
As if there were no precious thrill,
As if no cause to budge.
So all Man's secrets it preserves
In Eden, even now...
Though this is more than Man deserves,
To God, the Tree must bow...


Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010.


The poem is based on the poem penned by
Charlotte Murray, 'Guardian Of Secrets'
which I found on the poemhunter.com website.