Wednesday, May 20, 2020

The Garden Gate: An Angel Message

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)