God's Garden Poem by Steven B Taylor

Extranatural

GOD'S GARDEN

Opus 88

God's garden, which for years withstood
And bowed, to force of weather;
This morning, bathed in sunlight, could
Compare to floating feathers.

The air is crisp, the woods serene.
The fog, some silent mystery veils;
Like spider webs, which can't be seen,
Yet sensed by those along the trail.

Fair nature's message on this day,
Speaks to my heart's discretion.
As winter does to spring, give way;
So endeth my depression.

The movements of the woodland nymphs
Show me its ever-changing certainty;
Allow my soul to get a glimpse,
Of the measure of my eternity.

As fades the fog, so lifts the veil
Placed here by my mortality,
And tells me, my existence pales,
Compared to God's reality.

Steven Taylor
February 28,1998