The Garden
Read
or Sing UMH #314
"The
Garden" by Paul C Thomas
The
gowned woman rises, and it may be her last
Her
sons have her arms, and she thinks of her past
Her
husband has gone, perhaps he’s above
If
not watching, then knowing, and sending his love
For
the pain that she feels in the depths of her bones
And
the fury it’s wrought, bringing only hushed moans
That
her family has heard, throughout her long course
But
she remains steadfast and, a radiant force
Of
wisdom and will and elegance and grace
Something
that illness could never erase
Her
resolve was unmatched when facing her cancer
That
physicians and scientists couldn’t quite answer
Not
with drugs or blades or technique refined
She’s
been pressed by disease that’s not yet defined
Yet
she says to her boys, “one more stroll through the garden
One
last breath of fresh air, ‘fore I’m granted my pardon”
And
they walk with her earnestly, giving their strength
Their
love, their blessing, their unending thanks
To
this woman who stands hunched, yet taller than ever
Who’s
carried her dignity throughout this endeavor
And
once in the garden, she sits down to rest
“I’ve
seen, I’ve lived, I’ve given my best”
And
the men understand, what’s spoken is true
And
their eyes now have tears, like the petals have dew
"…
And He walks with me and He talks with me and He tells me I am His
own; and the joy we share as we tarry there, no other has ever
known."
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