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The Garden Seat

Monday, March 21, 2011
Yesterday I was going through some of my files in order to create new files and purge old ones.  Everything was moving alone fine.  I was quiet and focused, with just a small lonely ache in my stomach.  I came across a file entitled, Written Gift.  Inside, I found copies of several things which Michael had written for me on different occasions.  I smiled on the inside,with tears on the outside, as I read a few of them that were cute and/or silly.... then I read this one - The Garden Seat.   He printed it out onto a paper with an old scripted font, with the first letter of the first word of each stanza being over sized black, and the rest of the letters were in red.  It was the toughest thing I have ever had to read.  I had to stop periodically and sob... yes, tears dripped onto the pages. It made me desperately miss him, miss our times together in the garden, wonder what was going on in heaven at that moment, and feel, with great pain, the separation that was now between us.

The Garden Seat

The Garden Seat waits patiently
Beside the ivy wall,
Calling us to come and rest
Before another fall.

Its measurement was made for two,
But like the nearby vine,
The garden seat sees only one
Whose hearts are intertwined.

It sits among a sacred place
Where both our hands have sowed,
Where memories will never fade
and new ones daily grow.

Not far away, the fountain sings
A faithful lullaby
And from the garden seat we hear
The years go swiftly by.

It listens as we laugh and cry
And seems to understand
The conversation of our hearts
Beyond this place of man.

There must have been a garden seat
In Eden long ago,
Where Adam sat with his first Love
And watched his garden grow.

And so, my love, come sit with me
And share with me your dreams
What time has stolen, do not fear
The Garden Seat redeems.

I believe that there's a Garden Seat
For us in heaven too
One day you'll find me patiently
Waiting there for you....

One day you'll find me patiently
Waiting there for you.

I love you, Babe........... Michael
Happy Valentine's Day 2005

5 comments:

Anonymous Says:
March 21, 2011 at 7:43 AM

Oh, Jene, What a sweet poem he wrote for you! It brought tears to my eyes. Praying for you today as you continue to grieve the loss of your beloved husband. ~ Love you, Page

Anonymous Says:
March 21, 2011 at 7:47 AM

Interesting the "one day you'll find me waiting patiently for you" is repeated at the end. Absolutely, that is what you will find as you go THROUGH. Just like in Psalm 23, we go THROUGH the valley. God always sees us getting to the other side. Letting patience have her perfect work is the tough part. Ironically, I think, it is when we are fighting the fight of faith that we are at the same time resting in it. Blessings, Peace, the Joy of the Lord to you and yours.

Anonymous Says:
March 21, 2011 at 8:56 AM

A Child Loaned
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine." He said.
"For you to love while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven year
Or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call him back
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.


I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want the child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over
In my search for teacher's true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?


I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, They will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."

ks

LiNz Says:
March 21, 2011 at 9:04 AM

WOW! Mama Jene! This is beautiful... what a blessing his sweet love is! Thinking of you and praying for your aching heart! ;) Love you!

Anonymous Says:
March 21, 2011 at 10:55 PM

Jene,you are in my thoughts as I pray for you and the kids throughout the day, every day. May God's peace that passes all understanding enfold you like a soft blanket. Love you. Hilmari

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