Garden
of the Heart and Soul
. . . by Harlon Rivers
There is a place
where love grows
In the garden of
my soul
There is a place
where light shines
In the oasis of
a beautiful mind
The mind tends
innately
To the spirit of
the soul
In combination,
all together in symmetry
They all have
made a humble life whole
There is this
place where love flows like a river
In the
wellspring within my heart
Where raindrops
quench a hallowed thirst
Bequeathed by
loves gentle tears befall heaven's rain
They stream ,
cascade a nourishing mist
Refreshing the
garden and all it’s vibrant botanical soul
The rhythm the
heartbeat of the universe
Manifest the
pulse, the pace, the harmony,
This peaceful
verve inside an earthly vessel’s whole
There is a
soulspring uprising
The garden of a
human heart
Surrounded by
season’s a plethora of amazing grace
Daphne’s
fragrance in late winter,
Crimson roses
bloom enrich spring provenance
Gardena’s
pungent alluring aroma sings
White orchids
throughout all heart’s ripen sighs
Lilly of the
Valley’s sweeten bouquet stirs the night
Awakening the
slumbering stillness unto delight
There is a thorn
tree in the garden ,
Thistles from
fear and doubt’s shadowed reign
The seeds were
sown in lovelorn dimness ,
Scattered recklessly,
carelessly strewn astray
Penetrating
barbs pang a misbegotten memories’ ache
Pricked
punctures assuaged hidden deep within the soul
Wilted dried
flowers lament the way
Moonbeams once
glistened heirloom petals
Nature’s healing
balm flourishing life when decomposed
There is a time
when autumn compass culminates
When the leaves
shall waft and web
There comes a
moment with waning breath
Within the
garden of the soul
The setting sun
will diminish entwine the dusk
When a beautiful
mind will no longer shine
As natural as
the circle of life sustaining growth
The time for
going home
Who will tend
this universe garden ?
From beginning
without end ?
When darkness
befalls into dormant repose
Will gardener’s
inherent rays of hope radiate new life ?
Into the winter
tide’s starlit heaven’s skies ?
Who will harvest
eternal love sown ?
Love cultivated
in this Eden paradise
Was ne’r mine to
hold
The soul of this
grateful seasoned gardener
Soars eternally
higher , fly free beyond the bounds ,
Uplifted by the
wings of love ...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
... an additional new poem written and published May 18th, 2014
" To
the bird on a wire with song "
♫♪♪♫♪
by harlon rivers
http://melancholyrivers.blogspot.com/2014/05/to-bird-on-wire-with-song.html♫♪♪♫♪
by harlon rivers
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