About 15 years ago a friend of mine and I spent sometime in Washington State. These photos were taken at a Rose garden we happened upon one morning. It was early and the photos remind me of the song In the Garden.
I come to the garden alone …while the DEW is still on the Roses
and the voice I hear falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.
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,
none other has ever known.
The Promise of the Spring
I sit here with a mental thought,
of the clouded winter sky.
When all the living things of earth,
have took their turn to die.
The crusty snow provides a cover,
for the ground so hard and cold.
The trees are bare, with branches seen.
They look so stripped and old.
You wonder then if they’ll make it back,
to hold the birds that sing.
But it seems they have inside of them,
the promise of the spring.
When death takes someone close.
All things turn dark and cold.
The empty uselessness remains.
Despite what we are told.
We fear the cold will last forever.
Gray clouds will always fill the sky.
The one we loved is dead and gone.
We’re left behind to say, Goodbye.
Someone you held so close to you,
Has gone where angels sing.
Hold on tight; because with tomorrow;
comes the Promise of the Spring.
Blessings! Thanks for reading!
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