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