Coming upon the entrance, I nearly wept.
Breathing became less constricted, peace
Settling upon and lifting my shoulders.
I’d feared never to reach such a place
Yearned so long for sanctuary.
The trees were idyllically still, as
Though even birds were resting.
I didn’t know what was next, what
Specifically I’d find inside the gates…
But it had to be more wonderful in its
Cloistered calm than prior arduous
Decades…making my way through
Tortuous labyrinth of dreaded demands
Measuring up to expectations; and
Murky secrets lurking behind eyes which
Held no luster, affection…only lies, wariness.
Childhood should be a nest of nurturing
A glad time—not an unscripted madness
Coolly denied, if one is fool enough to
Ask steely penetrating questions.
Here, remnants of insanity would
Slide away, a mist…reveal untapped
Imagination, bear vibrant results.
If there were ghosts, they’d be benign
Announced by wind chimes, angelic
Beings assigned to guard sleeping
And waking…as words danced with ideas
A magical choreography, the patterns then
Woven in rich-flossed tapestries of tales.
Surely here, rain dripped tenderness upon
Flourishing gardens’ fragrant flowers…
And seasons would fall gracefully
Onto calendar pages held kindly
In God’s Sovereign hand…for
His covenant blessings come late
To some—delayed, not denied—
Fulfilling faithful hearts’ longing.
©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.