Poem October 19, 1968 Issue

THE GARDEN

John 18:1

Donalda von Poellnitz

Where Jesus met the zenith-tide
Of hate ere he was crucified,
There was a garden. Here in spring,
With Easter lilies burgeoning,
Aware of life-preserving good,
Thus, in reality, he stood,
Mid fragrancies of heavenly grace,
Within Love's holy, secret place
Where man dwells safe eternally,
Untouched by death, from evil free.

And in our darkest hour of life
When good and evil meet in strife,
Despite the sorrow, even there,
We stand within a garden where
Bright buds of inspiration bloom,
Illumining the midnight gloom.
As flowers upspringing from the sod
Are symbols of the smiles of God,
Through resurrected thought we see
Blossoms of immortality.

Donalda von Poellnitz

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