Return To Heaven's Gate

Return to Heaven's Gate

Iris unfold their petals, white shadowed primrose wait,

In a monastery garden, at a place called Heaven's Gate.

Within a wall of morning glories, sunkist flowers bloom

While the cobblestones reflect the soul's, outer inner room.

Slowly glowing brighter as dawn gives way to day,

Petals open to receive the budding warmth of May.

Proud Foxgloves at attention tower in the sun,

Above the glowing zinnias, Above where daisies run.

Canterbury bells, ring in praise in a humble bluebell song,

Bumble bees and hummingbirds, on wing chorus sing along.

All roads may lead to Rome, all gardens lead to God.

A paradise to worship Him, where dew laden flowers bow.

Dew is mother nature's tears, rain falls from angel's eyes,

On flower children of the earth that beauty may arise.

Rise like rainbows in the mist, In the light of the love of the Son.

To rest like white doves in His hands, when life's sojourn is done.

There's is a lesson found in gardens where natural order reigns

A lesson of respect and love, A gift from God to gain

If only we cared for fellow men , like gardeners do their realm

The world would be a better place and problems overwhelmed.