Quiet Garden

In the Quiet Garden
birds sing antiphonally
in the monastery of the air.

Ducks murmur gossip
across the pond
informing prayer[!],
as a bee hovers lazily
over new mown grass.

Carefully manicured borders
teem with joyful colour
as plants flower,
gratefully supping May-time air
fuelling their thirst for new life.

Nearby, a church bell,
a single, insistent chime, repeating,
marking the moment;
calling to prayer.
Insects of varying kind respond,
their plainchant lifting our souls.

Nature speaks to nature
nurturing all Creation within,
where God waits to draw us
into the Divine heart.

Mr G.
24^th May 2025.
[inspired by Rosemary’ Drew’s Garden at Dunmow, Essex,
offered as part of the Quiet Garden movement,
as a place of spiritual refreshment and re-creation]

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