return to joy :: prev :: next :: A thousand prayers Have been answered tonight A thousand songs Living in my heart from my youth Sung like the words of a prophet Have been fulfilled tonight For there we were You, and I And our lover As I climbed that wall I have climbed so many times before Yet this time Instead of stacking brick higher You took my hand Gently, yet with fear And led me into your garden It grew darker as I climbed down the wall And stepped onto the ground As I drew close to your garden I could clearly see The briars had stopped growing Yet they remained Dead, twisted, choking the life From all the flowers That were trying to poke through Trying to reach the sun One by one, you pulled each By the roots Showed it to me, closed your eyes, flinched Waiting for that familiar sting Waited for me to pull away To return to the ladder And scale the wall You found instead When you opened your eyes I had drawn closer Taken the briars from your bleeding hands Let them cut my hands Cut my heart And so we worked together Removing the briars from your heart Yet we soon began to see That many of these briars You were not handing to me But I was handing to you From my garden Then we rested And as we lingered in the garden Surrounded by the fragrance Of the flowers returning to life We were drenched in dew As if we had slept under his stars With the echo of his words Rolling like thunder From a distant storm, Like the voice of a lion over the plains "No one will hurt my children any longer" We then began to see The shadows were shrinking away The light was shifting, changing Streaming in from a place once walled off And when we rose to our feet again, And turned around We saw that there was no wall That your garden And my garden Were now one Joined in the center And bathed in light And we couldn't see Where one began and the other ended We couldn't see where the wall once stood For there stood our lover Drenched in dew Hands and heart bleeding A crown of briars on his head Saying--your garden is now safe again Fear has no root here The flowers are free to grow In an unbroken field of color and fragrance Let the light wash in And push the shadows from every corner Let the rain fall and water the garden And sweep away the past And replace it with life Abundant life . . . © 2012 (7 may) john r. chase
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