The Garden of Destiny
Wandering Destiny’s garden
I stopped to rest a while,
And sat upon a fresh-hewn seat,
To break from the relentless beat,
With endless miles
Before my feet.
I found I did not wish to rise
So peaceful was my chair,
So calming every breath I breathed,
No cause to cry or laugh or grieve -
All of my cares
Had been reprieved.
I feel the sun upon my face
As it climbs across the sky,
I watch the rose and ivy grow,
But when and how, I do not know,
And wonder why
I do not go.
