In Our Lady's Garden

In Our Lady’s garden she stands and waits for you,
The fragrant wind blows softly stirring blossoms in
the air, trees respond and then a suspended hush abides.
In the golden silence you know, She’s there.

In this place her gentle spirit touches and sets you free
Talk to her as children would, beseech her loving care
Blend your heart with Hers, plead for all your needs.
Heaven’s perfected Love will dispel your darkest fears.

Her arms extend lovingly beckoning every care,
Promise and hope are sustained by God’s own hand.
Come into the garden, this holy place of prayer,
Tender is the message, as She intercedes for every prayer.

A Lady, with so many names, She sends your prayers
to God. They rise swiftly on angel’s wings then
God plants seeds of hope in your heart.
Sustained now by faith, your journey radiates with hope.

She waits within a garden, a place filled with peace and love.
She’s Wisdom’s fullest grace, expectantly awaiting all
who dare to come. Remember, God esteems our Mother
as he placed her to reflect the many seasons.

She is perfected love, tender and sublime, keeping
all God’s promises She knows, written in Her heart.
She waits to impart Her Love to you. Now, She beckons,
“Come into my garden, I have flowers here for you.”

by Diane Coolidge