An oasis it seems, in the desert
A mirage of purple, pink, green and blue.
All dotted around looking so pleasant
Could this place really be true?
Is it a figment of my mind's longings
Or a tranquil garden I found.
What beauty my eyes see so fondly
With petals and dew on the ground.
There's a fountain of water cool and clear,
And it beckons me to have a drink.
A mist of moisture lingers near
My thirst is longing, my heart sinks.
Such beauty I have never seen before,
As I draw near the fountain,
I feel a breeze come rushing forth,
As if the air held a presence unforeseen.
Then the purple butterflies took wing
To other blossoms they would perch.
The fragrance of the sweetest things,
Reminded me of being in church.
The birds were singing like a choir
Lovely music was lilting in the air.
To always be here, became my desire
In this place and not out there.
The tranquil garden surrounded by walls
Of stone and mortar covered in vines.
I recall my legs felt as if I would fall
And then I saw the bench, just in time.
I lowered my tired body down to the seat
And just sat there with splendor around,
There has never been a place so neat
I could feel the love of Jesus come down.
Suddenly I heard a sound, a loud rap
And I was startled to say the least.
That's when I realized, I was taking a nap
No garden, just my room nice and neat.
Oh, my heart ached to be there once more,
To feel the freedom and beauty there.
But, alas, I will wait until time is no more
And in that tranquil garden, I will share.
Written by Shirley Barr
April 8, 2005
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Psalm 3:5 ~ I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me. |
