In His Garden
Open the door.
He beckons.
In His garden,
Radiant light illumes the rose.
White like snow,
Red like blood,
Sweet, fragrant perfume.
Beyond the rose,
Crystal waters flow
Toward the unquenchable flame.
His eyes like fire, all-consuming.
His voice breaks the stillness.
It comes as a gentle whisper
Rustling through the leaves.
I know the Word before it meets my ear.
As daylight wanes,
I turn to go.
But meet His loving eyes once more,
Then make my way beyond the door.
By Jennifer B.
