Walking timothyrgates, 12/23/2014 Walking, a stroll in the Garden, I ask, Why? an ancient trail, crunching beneath the feet, just enough dew. Emmaus, not so much, questions without answers. yet friends strolled, not knowing, and not seeing. Awakened, a dream continues, singing, Many years, and Memory Eternal, I asked, Why? A dove flutters, just missing my forehead, in the cool of the day, a whisper rests, the silent pause reclines. The Garden can go away. Walking.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 14:42:49 +0000