Living in the Garden


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When I survey this wondrous world
In touch or taste or sound and sight
My richest gain is needing no words
Should I strip bare my precious pride.

When I embrace this wondrous world
No right or wrong or black and white
My richest joy is living – not words
No words no judge to dark your light.

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When I love again this wondrous world
Simpler the answers are to be found
And ne’er the obvious more unfurled
In each one’s story in each all around.

Where the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small,
Love so amazing, so divine,
Invites my soul, my fire, my all.

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