Resting in an untouched place,
devoid of time, devoid of space;
there remains a Tranquil Garden
tended to with loving care.
Filled with flowers that bloom as one,
caressed by inner glowing sun,
is the Eden of Creation —
a presence that is always there.
Lives appearing in the mist
of the fruitful earth are kissed
by the constancy of Heaven
and the tender touch of grace.
Life’s busy stream does freely flow,
containing fears and cares although
still remains a Tranquil Garden,
holding us in Its embrace.
