My Garden Is My Church

A Poem by peter Duggan

To be in love with my garden

My Garden Is My Church

In a garden filled with nature
[Which is a church to me]
I sit beside my little pond
So, content just to be
I closed my eyes and looked within
Felt the whisper of my soul
As I did melt in mystery

I do not study holy books
For truth it lies within
Beliefs they were not made for me
Nor the original sin
Not all those Heaven, and those Hells
Most they live in their Hell
When Heaven it is here right now
If we live our lives, real well

I live with nature each new day
With the sprit deep within me
I always live in each new moment
With loves sweet mystery
As sweet joy it touches me
And fills my heart with bliss
Always I am high on life
That’s just the way it is