Poem: Gardens of the Heart

Gardens of the Heart

Lush. Green. Silent.
A private place,
not of crowds or talk,
but of silence and listening,
where the heart may speak,
unafraid;

A place so rare, so desired,
that your heart cries for it; and
your nights are filled with dreams
of it's existence,
and it's power to remind you,
that you exist,

that you matter,
to more than yourself,
that your heart is a thing
worth listening to,
more tender than believed,
and more strong.

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The picture was taken at Winterthur, in Delaware, in an pine tree garden below the house. The day I took it, the house was busy, but this spot was as quiet and peaceful as it appears, and invited quiet contemplation. You may click on it for a larger version.

Tom