The Garden
Quiet as a grave, and so very still
Memorial garden, with tended love
The rising sun creeps over the hill
And flying so high, the white dove
Bereavement, grief’s own sorrow
Cascading down, in tears like rain
The third day, a day of tomorrow
Unseen behind a veil of pain
The gardener, standing, a stranger
Where has he gone, she asks him
Realisation, recognition, changer
Joy is birdsong, worship, hymn
I have seen the Lord, this was her cry
Joy as she runs beneath sunlit sky
Quiet as a grave, and so very still
Memorial garden, with tended love
The rising sun creeps over the hill
And flying so high, the white dove
Bereavement, grief’s own sorrow
Cascading down, in tears like rain
The third day, a day of tomorrow
Unseen behind a veil of pain
The gardener, standing, a stranger
Where has he gone, she asks him
Realisation, recognition, changer
Joy is birdsong, worship, hymn
I have seen the Lord, this was her cry
Joy as she runs beneath sunlit sky
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