The Secret Garden

The Secret Garden

There is a light that shows me the way,
To a secret garden, with a fragrant bouquet,
And as I enter through its welcoming gates,
To savor all that for me awaits -
I can't help but wonder why the light chose me
Why fate gave me the Garden's key.

For whatever the reason, this much I know,
It is a lovely place where I love to go -
A garden full of life's delights -
Of tenderness and wondrous nights.

A garden in which to nourish my soul;
A place to go to make me whole
Where the warming light becons me "stay;"
Where always it is Valentine's Day.

Time has shown me this simple truth,
That the light that shines from high above -
That leads me to this garden each day
Is the nurturing light of your infinite love.

 

 

By Ara John Movsesian

My Testimony

Never fear for my testimony...it is based on my faith in Christ, not the follies of us, his children. However, my bruise is deep and will take some time to heal.     As brother McCabe would say....I have very thin skin.

My heart has always been on my sleeve...... and left quite unprotected.

Small Town

Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy...


I would pray

Morning at the Cemetery

MORNING AT THE CEMETERY



WEATHERED TREE REACHING

ONE SHADOW TALKING IN MUTE

THE GROUND IS HOLY

I FEEL HIS VOICE BECKON ME

HERE MOTHER REST ME HERE

A THOUSAND DIM DAYS

TWO SHADOWS TALKING IN MUTE

THE GROUND IS HOLY

I KNOW MOTHER BE AT PEACE

I WILL KEEP WATCH OVER HIM

My Tankas

Tankas





Change
He left the door closed
Thinking I wouldn’t hear him
His words filled my ears
and life changed in an instant
I opened the door and wept

Letting Go

Colored leaves gold red
Bleeding on the damp cold ground
The tree slowly sheds
My soul letting go
Mimicking the fallen leaves

Soul Mates
His hands reached to me
Our fingers slid together
My eyes locked on his
I knew I had found the one
Whose soul was linked to my own

Norm
He writes novels now
But his greatest work is done
It’s his beautiful boy child
A young man in uniform
Standing on the dock waiving

mkc/2012

Claustrophobia

There is no exit
The space is without windows
Claustrophobia
I scream my eyes wide open
Why can no one hear my wails

mkc/2012

My Father

When I was 14 I was very ill. My father carried me to the emergency room. I felt safe in his arms. This is in memory of that experience:

His touch was urgent
His strides long and determined
The stars were his light
You will not die,
You will not.....

My eyes closed his voice faded

mkc/2012