I walk in the garden, sensing Him speaking
in and through His creation...
in the "cool, green gloom"...
in dappled shade,
on hopeful life...
through vibrant color,
shouting His love...
in shadows amidst tender growth...
in places of rest,
caressed by elegant blooms...
amidst moist lowly life
where water bubbles lie...
and over and through it all
the soothing sound of water;
water, which gives life to all--
and speaks peace to my garden,
and to me.
"A gardener is never shut out from his garden,
wherever he may be. Its comfort never fails. Though the
city may close about him, and the grime and soot
descend upon him, he can still wander in his garden,
does he but close his eyes."
"We garden because we remember Paradise."