you can Dream it, we can build it
on a Garden Gate
Pause friend and
read before you enter here.
This vine clad wall encloses Holy ground.
Herein a mellowed garden dreams away the years.
Steeped in serene, sweet light, and muted sound.
Herein tranquility and peace abide.
For God walks here at cool of evening tide.
Pause friend, and strip out from your heart,
All vanity, all bitterness, all hate.
Quench for this hour the fever of your fears.
Then, treading softly, pass within this gate.
There, where the ancient trees wait, hushed and dim,
May you find God and walk awhile with him.
-- Pearl C. Hiath
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