Old Man in a Garden

Slowly he walks the paths of stepping stones

Tapping his cane, and hears the overtones

From the All-Source of beauty. Clear and still,

Within the chalice of a daffodil

He listens to Infinity declare

The resurrection promise everywhere.

He pauses by the lilies, there to glean

The sweet compassion of the Nazarene

As he caresses blossoms virgin-fair--

To him they speak the gentle Master's care.

In reverence he kneels that he might see

And feel the truth of immortality

Where violets awakening in the sod

Retell the miracle of death ... and God.