Passion’s Origin

You walk in the garden
You have planted in my heart.
Prostrate; leaves give way
beneath Your Feet.

You walk in the garden,
beyond the gates which part;
leading to the Place
Where Lovers Meet.

You walk in the garden;
the trees bow as You pass.
The tender breeze caresses
Your Dear Cheek.

You walk in the garden;
make Your bed in softest grass.
In the stillness of my soul
I feel You speak.

You walk in the garden;
the flowers sing Your praise!
Their perfume; holiness
upon the air.

You walk in the garden
as I move through my days,
and in the deep of night
I feel You there.

You walk in the garden
in warmth of streaming sun;
casting out the ache
of icy fear.

You walk in the garden,
and I am fast undone
by Your Beauty and Your Power
drawing near.

You walk in the garden
Where Precious Truth is told.
Your Words are Nectar; sweet
upon Your Tongue.

You walk in the garden;
I am enlightened and ensouled;
enchanted by the Love Song
You have sung.

You walk in the garden
I carry in my breast,
and bid me come and join You
there within.

We walk in the garden;
culmination of the Quest;
reunited with my Passion’s Origin.

~Cheryl Anne
Prayer of the Heart