Garden of Life
I fell upon the garden of life
and it sang to me a joyous song,
Beckoning me ever forward
onto a path along a crumbling wall.
And I sat and contemplated
the flow and rhythm,
While the trees held me tight
and the grasses gave me rest.
As I awoke born anew
of a seed with similar leaf and stem,
Now I bloom a more brilliant flower
that cannot fade or wither.
I am strength, I am hope, I am joy.
I am the garden of life.
© Donna Donabella 2015
I wrote this poem as I was contemplating mid-life and mortality. As I watch my mother age and lose more of her independence mortality comes painfully close. So I continue to cling tightly to life and living my life to its fullest. And I find my greatest strength, solace and inspiration in my own garden….my garden of life.
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Special Note: The echinacea that grows in my garden of life (pictured here) represents strength.
I leave you with a few words about feeling reborn.
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