Poetry

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This morning before the dew had gone from the blades of grass,
The Gardener called me out into the Garden.
And there, waiting for me were butterfly’s, fluttering about.
He was standing there in His robe with a light in His eyes, speaking to me…his words making love to my very soul.
He said to me,
“You have captured my heart, my sister my bride. You, my love, have captured my heart with one glance of your eyes.”
My head felt weightless and my senses whirred, for the beauty in the Garden at this early dawn.
He took a step nearer, making a footprint in the earth.
He held out his hand, he spoke of the cup.

“Come, Come and drink and be full”

I turned, I looked back and saw in my minds eye, the woman he sees and the woman I must be.
He began to reach for my hand.
But I said
“No. I will not go."

The silence of the garden left me still.

The Gardener said nothing. What could I do?

I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my waist, my fleeting comfort in these dark days.

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