Thursday, February 12, 2009

Poem: Song of Solomon 4:2


Song of Solomon 4:12

The wall is high,
each brick painstakingly placed
one on the other, cemented
and strong. Enduring
for a generation
of storms, creating
a place of safety
where you may tend your garden
alone, protected.

The gate is rusted, untended,
a mass of metal grown hard
and solid, as firm as the brick
it is attached to, allowing
those who pass to peer in
and glimpse just enough
to know there is a vast
beauty hidden within.

These walls will stand forever.
That was their purpose
and they serve it well.
But the gate was made for other purposes,
and as long as it stands,
there is hope,
possibility..... promise
that your garden
will open,
and the beauty inside
will finally be seen.

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I was reading the Song of Solomon today in my bible readings. This verse begins... "You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride. You are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain." From that idea... this poem.

The picture is of a gate in front of one of my favorite houses in Fincastle, Virginia. You may click on it for a larger view.

Tom

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