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By the Garden Gate

The garden gate presents a choice to make,
to rush on in the business of the day,
or tarry, as they did, for nothing's sake,
to rest and wait, and put my cares away.
The green of leaves and fragrance call me in,
I know it's cooler there than here outside,
a peaceful pocket farther from the din
of traffic and a seat where I may bide.
The other hand holds discipline in sight,
its wrist-watch counts the seconds I can use.
I hesitate, this hand is always right,
I fear the consequence if I refuse.
If I will only seek it, heaven's found;
and that is saying: all is hallowed ground.

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  • ecrivain01
    June 2
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    Perfect as far as I can see ...

    but I'm not surprised in the least.

    Good luck in the contest.

  • Vera Rich
    May 28

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    A neatly handled sonnet, with a good contrast between octave and sestet. But are you quite happy about the comma in the final line? It seems to me that a colon would be more appropriate.


  • klassy lassy
    October 19, 2008

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    Oh, my, this is lovely ! I need to print it out and read it everyday. I think of a dream I had once....I was being led through a house under construction. There were cathedral ceilings with very high beams, huge polished expanses of floor and no walls inside. On one side, windows looked out on a city. On the other, the house was open with a garden full of green and there was a bright fountain. I've never seen a place like it, and not even I looked as I am now. I wondered who would build a house like that. A tall man with me, one arm around my shoulder, pointed out the architecture, but all I could think of was the garden and how beautiful were the open spaces.

    May you always have moments for your garden, my friend that keep you from the harried discipline of second hands.

    Karen



    • MargaretG
      October 20, 2008
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      That is beautiful Karen - I'm glad you were reminded and doubly glad you wrote it for me.


  • MyrddinEmrys silver member
    October 19, 2008

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    Nothing in everything

    "...for (N)othing's sake..."

    "...If I will only see(k) it, heaven's found;
    and that is saying, (ALL) is hallowed ground."

    Ah, herein lies the choice... to see heaven both/either in the busy hand of the watch and/or in the cool garden shade. Or perhaps to know the cool garden shade that eternally lies in the hallowed ground within all. To everything there is a season... but the Truth eternally blooms.

    Your words are beautiful blooms from the garden of the heart, carried throughout the busiest day.

    Thanks for the blessing You Are,

    Rahad

    • MargaretG
      October 20, 2008
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      Thank you for your keen eye and undivided vision, Rahad. Your insight brings out nuances that I am glad to have revealed.


  • Pisces rainbow gold member
    October 19, 2008

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    yes
    this is it
    a choice every moment that we have is timeless if we stay in the moment, we don't have to rush.
    what can be more important.
    heaven's found
    beautifully written
    full of insight
    thank you, such a pleasure to read
    God bless you...

    • MargaretG
      October 23, 2008
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      Thank you for your kind comment and the contest which inspired this poem! There is a choice with every sensation, to accept or resist. Many blessings to you too.

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