Sweet aromas caress my nostrils
And tilt the corners of my lips up
In the direction of where my hope lies
Birds sing songs of joy
For my ears to capture
And my eyes are focused solely on the moment
The past behind, the future ahead
But none steal away right now
I am in the Garden of Peace
Reverent waters dance in the glory of the sun’s light
The air, once moving in a swift attempt to carry away nature
Sits still, and is quiet; obediently falling in line with its surroundings
Expectation is being born, without a cry & without pain
Absent from the worry of a glimpse into the future
I am in the Garden of Peace
Pillows of clouds offer refreshment
From the weight of the past
They wash out the memory
And shadow the anticipated
All for one purpose; and only one alone
To make right now a moment
And that moment home
I am in the Garden of Peace
Not needing a rescue, or place to hide
Unafraid of what’s out there
Protected on all sides
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