I see a garden, yonder
Just around the bend
It's beauty, is calling
I think some time, I'll spend.

Compassion there, is growing
Understanding and Goodwill
A warm breeze of Kindness blows
Not a heartless chill

Generosity blooms like wildflowers
But, never grows the weeds
Of pridefulness or bragging
No planting of indecent seeds

Faith and Hope was everywhere
From this truly blessed ground
Anyone could walk right in
No fence or gate around

And there in the middle
A bluebird of Happiness sings
I do believe 'tis the Garden of Love
Because, Love Bears All Things!

© 01/09/06  Kathryn Sunday Davis
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