Music & Gardens
Music and gardens are so much the same.
Then move me deeply, call me by my name
And lead me out,
Away from all life's strain and stress
Into a place of enchanting loveliness.
Flowers may wither away,
Music may hush and grow still
Like a will-o-the-wisp that has vanished
Over the hill.
But gardens live on in the earth
In bulb and root and seed
And rise to a newness of life
That is marvel indeed.
Beauty is everlasting,
Failing us never;
Music may hush for a time
But music goes on forever.
God, give life within that I, too, may be
An enchanted garden, blooming enternally.
~ Wilna Wintringham
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