From my e-book, Poems in the Secret Garden: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-Secret-Garden-ebook/dp/B00703L7LG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1334224815&sr=1-1
Welcome to my secret garden, Lord;
You do not so much enter as pervade,
seeping between the leaves in every glade
and trickling over pathways like a ford.
Like a rich perfume, carelessly outpoured,
that lingers, drifts and does not seem to fade,
or like a loud, impassioned serenade
heard both by passers-by and the adored;
You fall like twilight on the gasping ground
After the unrelenting heat of day.
You drop as imperceptibly as dew,
yet everywhere I sense You, like the sound
of waterfalls, that never dies away.
Here in my garden, Lord, I welcome You.
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