In the garden
I dig into dark dirt
Implanting greens and garden flowers
all the while listening
To Air that’s filled with beautiful Bird sounds
And the tender toll of wind chimes
and the crunch and crackle of brittle leaves
from rampant rushing chipmunks and squirrels
Is this Heaven?
I wonder … I contemplate … I yearn
To hear God’s gracious voice … again
The one that said
Nothing Real can be threatened
Nothing unreal exists
I resonate, I vibrate, on hearing this
and my gentle soul senses peace
again
on remembering that
Only GOD is REAL
NOT GOD, does NOT exist
So there is nothing to fear
