S E C R E T
G A R D E N
Surly, I see what must be a majestic, hidden, secret garden; a dwelling place tucked behind carved stone walls – walls that hide so much of what surely no man hath ever seen before. And I – I in foolish hope, awaiting in ever-eager anticipation for that solitary second that might ever happen in a given day: that I might catch a glimpse, a fleeting image riding on a beam of sunlight as it pierces through a crack in this imposing door; to for an instant see the glories that lay hidden within. Your words the sunlight – your honestly the crack, and my – what a beautiful garden you are my friend.