the garden

  I come into the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses

  and the voice that I hear falling on my ear

  the Son of God discloses

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A Scary Place


Up is down, things spinning round about,

What goes in may never get out. . .

The vortex spins but never wins.

Chaos squirms, tranquility grows firm.

When is never? Who are they?

Is it orange or is it gray??

If love were water would my heart a cactus be?

Enter carefully my mind is a scary place to be.

Mountains sink, Oceans raise. . . .

How many months fit into a day?

Am I lost or am I found?

Who can stop this spinning round??

If rivers stopped would lakes flow??

Who can give what I need to know?

If Plants to something else equate. . . .

What strange questions keep me awake. . . .

The captive escapes. . . Who takes my place?

Gone yet here. . . forever near.

If life has meaning why do we fear?

Why would I write such things down??

To let them out and stop them spinning round!


© 2020 PH


Only God can give reason to our lives and His perfect

Love is what casts out fear that can otherwise overwhelm us