a secret place
A poem and photography inspired by the book “The Secret Garden”
behind the green
of the entranceway
just past the scene
the light gives way
into the secret garden come
we play the games
like when we were young
a secret place where dreams are spun
a place to laugh, love, and smile
we sing together for a while
then we grow and drift away
this secret kept for another day
in your heart and your mind
forever locked away in time
...
As a child, I was so blessed to spend my summers in the luscious green fields of the Irish countryside. I could explore endless fields of God's beauty for miles and miles. I fell in love with that freedom and long for it as an adult. I am not a gardener, but I love gardens. I love small ones hidden away out of sight. I love the peace they can bring to my soul. I wrote this poem with that in mind. One day I expect heaven to be like this, to be our deepest dreams and desires from our time on earth.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading, commenting, and sharing. My writing is a part of my healing process. I am a broken spirit, a fallen sinner, but I am a forgiven child of God. That is why I share my vulnerable heart with all. Thank you for your support.
About the Creator
Nagoh Creative (Greg)
Writer, Poet, Astronomer, Photographer & Encourager. I am on a road of life recovery and sharing my journey with words and art. Most importantly, I am a forgiven Child of God, Husband, Father, & friend. All work is my own, & God's Glory.
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Comments (2)
Your words are very heartfelt!
That was such a wonderful poem and your garden photo is soooo beautiful!