The Healing Garden

Last night when I was weary an Angel came to me.
His was sent to be my guide, a trip he was asked to oversee.

The Angel had a calmness as he gently took my hand.
He told me not to be afraid, a journey for me he had planned.

The Angel spread his giant wings and wrapped me in his embrace.
And what only seemed like the blink of an eye we were transposed to another place.

We were standing in a garden, soft grass beneath my bare feet.
A cool breeze caressed my body, cooling me from the gentle heat

No words can describe the beauty of this place, a paradise beyond compare.
A masterpiece carefully constructed for a select few to share.

In the distance I herd a lady she was singing to the children as they gathered round.
They all seemed so happy as they sat, in a circle, holding hands on the ground.

The ladies voice sounded familiar as I started to grow near.
The song was one from my child hood, a memory I hold so dear.

I didn't feel out of place as I sat with the children and sang for a while.
I felt the joy in every note, I couldn't help but smile.

The Angel began to speak again, this time calling me by name.
I was brought here for a reason and he needed to explain.

This garden is a special place where broken people come to heal and realize their worth, for they all have suffered trauma whilst living their life on Earth.

God has made this Garden out of love in its purest form. He has made this garden for his children and all of his love he has sworn.

But on occasion souls are brought here for just a single day, when they feel there is no hope and wallow in despair, when life on earth becomes to heavy and hard for them to bare.

I was brought here by an Angel it was where I needed to be.
To remember how important I am to him, a gift from god to me.