Many years ago, most of my days were spent working in a windowless office building that had once been a government warehouse. My friend Debbie, also employed at Cameron Station, and I would look forward to our walks at lunchtime, passing by the railroad tracks, circling the path around the duck pond. Although those years have long since slipped by, today I was able to take another walk with my dear friend in her poem, inspired by an early morning walk in the quiet of her Virginia neighborhood.
The
Garden Gate
by Debbie Schultz
I
arrive each morning at the garden gate
Coming
past dawn so not to be late
To
open the latch into this sacred space
Filled
with nature’s beauty offering grace
I
witness the flowers asleep in their beds
With
petals downward on bended heads
Yet
as the sun arches upward in aqua sky
I
already know and no need to ask why
Each
flower now with open faces
Are
raised in gratitude and offer praises
May
I do so myself humbly each day
Thanking
the Creator as I silently pray
Feeling
Earth’s wonder on all my senses
As
I close the gate to the garden’s fences
Enjoy your walk with the Angels.
Love and joyful blessings,
Rae Karen
(Photo: Debbie Schultz)
