I’m roused from nocturnal slumber,
Awakened for the day that’s due;
My garden helps me to remember
All things good and lovely and true.
For I have an interior garden
In which I could stay for hours;
I behold the greenery, and then
Am romanced by the flowers;
I am cheered by an aviary;
Of birds that flit every way;
Entertaining me similarly,
Squirrels and rabbits at play.
In my garden is a waterfall
That can soothe a stricken soul,
I let the streams wash over all,
Until I find myself made whole;
Cleansed from soot of daily living;
Revived in the hour of failing strength;
Filled up so I can keep on giving;
With stamina for the journey’s length.
I rest among grasses, leaves and petals
And recline on a carpet of green;
The world inside me becomes all settled
And my landscape is a place serene.
My garden is heaven’s gateway;
It becomes my earthly paradise.
Here I read and write, sing and pray.
And listen and learn till I’m wise.
In my garden I find myself again;
I return to my center, my core;
And I know I’ll be all right when
I not only survive, but more;
That I can thrive, though the world dies
A thousand deaths every day;
For in my garden, I see with new eyes
What earth can not take away.
In my garden I’m revived to life
While I die to all I could never be;
I let go of that ceaseless strife
And find myself gloriously free.
Into bright realm of possibility
Am I birthed anew every day;
Thus forms my personality
In a grand mysterious way.
I tend my garden carefully
So it may flourish and grow;
For, that which is hidden within me
I want the whole world to know.
Arnolda Brenneman © 5-19-15