La Porte by Henry Duhem
La Porte by Henry Duhem


Thoughts threw themselves violently into my consciousness as I approached The Garden. “Will I be the one who circles ’round admiring its beauty?”, I thought fearfully. For I did not want my devotion to be at that level. I longed to be a gardener in humanity’s God-given acreage. I wanted to get the dirt of true service to lodge itself under my nails, no, into my very nail beds.

I was nearing that humble gateway called suffering, with some trepidation when a celestial voice whispered in my ear, “He that entereth therein is safe and secure”, said the Holy One so long ago. I knew then that I would enter that garden and I would do everything in my power to tenderly nurture its precious blooms of many colors. That was my heart forevermore.


© Carol Campbell

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I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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17 thoughts on “Nearing”

  1. My garden mother had a plaque in her garden:
    “The kiss of the sun for pardon,
    The song of the birds for mirth.
    One is nearer God’s heart in a garden,
    Then anywhere else on earth.”
    You have conveyed that very well.

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