Garden

I only they could see what I have seen

Your hand

I can feel its touch

Certain as heartbeats

Warm like the summer rain

I’m not afraid but sometimes,

I hear them give a name

To the promised garden 

Where we will meet

Death, they say

But the name sheds its meaning

When I hear from you

Every once in a while

They would not have invented

These morbid words

If they could see

What I have seen

Your face in the palm

Of a sunflower

Your smile

An emblem

Of tranquility

Dignity

Under His Protection

Author's Note

Death is not the end. It's only the beginning.

Reviews

[Patricia]

This is so touching and I believe as you, you just know the truth and it doesn’t matter what anyone else believes, you feel and see them in so many ways. Death is not the end. Very well written!

[JE Falcon]

Well written, well said, and so very well received. Such a nice poem.

[Jade]

This is a wonderful write

[Kerra]

This is uplifting and moving, Lovely read

[Dave Brown]

a much discussed subject
you have made it look possibly acceptable especially with the beautiful image you added
nicely done

[StarNinja]

This poem filled my cup. I really needed it. Thank you for sharing it! Simple, deep, wonderful.

[Robert Robbie Lord Dudl..]

O you be fine and so calm by the palm of your hand to plant a sunflower distant and brite or moreso closer
Like this; Your poem is good.

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" till death do us part" ...this is such a lame word and it describes death as ultimate ending ...and to a more vague world!But if we try to love that place and paint it with more positivity then we can assume that we can connect with our loved one with more tranquility on that ultimate place as we know God is the protector of that beautiful place...

[Chris Shaw]

Spiritually moving. Whoever this person is, the overall effect is uplifting. One to be welcomed.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

A spare, clear and moving comment here on the ongoing nature of life. We do not know to whom the speaker is talking, but it must have been someone close in some way. The contact with this other is not through audible words, but in being reminded of her or him in various ways. These reminders keep the lamp of faith burning brightly. A moving and uplifting offering, this one.