Thursday, 24 July 2025

In the Garden of life

As I sat today whispering a prayer for you in my heart
The fog lifted in my mind and I got the clarity that I had sought;
I saw clearly that I had paid a price quite hefty
For allowing you to run amok in my soul
And that in my fortunes had created a great gaping hole
Because just loving you has caused so many weapons of hate
To rain down fast and hard on me as I was unaware
Prancing about oh so freely!
And then I joined my hands and bowed to the vast ocean of life
Vanquishing all the hatred with love-filled dynamites!
I sense you are somewhere seeking refuge
Under the Tree of Wisdom and good intentions
A little alone and seeking happiness
Guided towards the hour that is golden;
You are proud of your castle,
You are proud of your own,
But the foundations have cracked
All the way to hell and down.
I see with my vision, I see with my mind
That happiness built on falsities
Can never in the heart deeply reside.
And I release us of the suffering,
I go quiet in the dance of life,
Handing out gifts of love and benediction
With the choicest blessings for your life.
And then hits that bomb,
That dastardly feat of chance
Crumbling towers and homes
Down to the ground.
And whilst this is happening
I am a free bird,
Unaware of what has hit my dear friend,
Chanting songs of hope.
What I mean to intend,
What I really mean to say,
Is that I am that friend
By night and by day
Who will rebuild the castle for you
Brick by brick laying the mortar of Truth,
So that you may sleep deep and full
Released from the push and pull
Of life's undulating trajectory,
Bliss blessing you profound,
And knowing that my intentions are sound.
The clock has ticked an hour
And we have entered the eternal golden time
As you step into the Garden of life
And there if you really pause
And you really try to see
I am waiting to tell you
You are the charmed prophecy.
With not one selfish prayer for you
I dedicate my words so far
With no mean sacrifice, no complaints
To that night at the bar.

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