Deep in the heart of a country,
In the heart of a man, so dear,
Dwelled a father who tended a garden,
Where love grew through the years.
This father cared for his seedlings,
He sheltered them as they grew,
He provided the strength they needed,
In all the ways that he knew.
He carefully watched them growing,
He fed them the wisdom of years,
Whenever they thirsted for guidance,
His rivers of knowledge were near.
After he tended the seedlings,
This father of love, so kind,
Knew of an aged vineyeard,
Which needed his love and time.
He cared for the aging vineyard,
Loving as though of his own,
Til the Lord collected the harvest,
And gathered its vines for His own.
These gardens of love he tended,
Hours he spent in their care,
Yet one more garden was treasured,
In the heart of this man so dear.
This garden he kept in his heart,
The one which he treasured for life,
Was that of his loving friend,
His comrade, his solace, his wife.
Together, they grew the memories,
Forever, they'll flourish in love,
For this father still watches his garden,
With a heart looking down from above.
Jean Penner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-garden-of-love/
