It was evening and all was still,
except for a bird's final song.
Alone in her garden with memories to heal;
She felt this was where she belonged.

She heard the breeze call to her thoughts in the night;
It spoke of a memory gone by.
Gone for so long that she almost forgot;
It was her time to let the pain die.

She learned to grow slowly in love and in grace
and held to her strengths as before.
The gifts that were given, she's learning to use
from her heart and her soul that were stored.

Very few knew of her struggles each day,
yet no one knew just who she was.
And never to boast of the gifts that she has;
For that's what grace and beauty does.

But nature had known and stayed close by her side,
while many birds lived by her hand.
Grieving for those in her arms, passed away,
while others, their life just began.

She walked to the rosebush and knew right away;
The thorn of protection instinctively knows. . .
to feel of its beauty, must pass by its pain,
to guard what's become of its one final rose.

She thought of the rose a lover once gave;
Recalled how unhappy she was in that year.
And knew it was wise to let him depart;
Never, should petals be touched by a tear.

The beauty inside of her cannot be bought,
nor taken by age or by gain.
But just like the rose, she instinctively knows. . .
to feel of her beauty, must pass by her pain.

The evening was quiet. God's creatures asleep,
and so was the bird's final song.
Alone in her garden where healing begins;
She knew this was where she belonged.

© Cheryl Taul
December 12, 1994

This set is not to be taken. Made exclusively for me by Graffix Of Eden

Midi "In The Morning Light" is Composed © Bruce DeBoer 2003
and is used with permission by the composer.