You Came Gently to Me

You Came Gently to Me You came gently to me as I sat in deep shadows, and wrapped long affectionate arms around me. You lit a candle in the corner of my sorrow, but would not let me rest there. You took my hand and led me through a secret garden, and showed me that in the dark earth is the future gift of a flower You sailed me on the high seas in a vessel of hope and we skimmed the crests, and caught silver dreams in a dreamer’s net. You took me to places I had never seen, opened the deepest canyons of my mind, pulsed rhythms of passion through my veins. wrapped me in a blanket of peace. You have taught me to open the most intimate depths of my essence and string them in words and phrases in such a way that they would turn my sorrow into deep contentment. You are the poet in me. You came to me so gently, in silent footsteps as I sat in deep shadows, and affectionately led my hand to the splendor of poetry. God has scrolled all of my words and all the verses ever read in the hearts of those who love poetry, so that they will remember every flower in the garden of dreams, His gift of fragile beauty, that never dies. And you, the poet in me, have given me new life. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 09:47 PM PST   0 • 10