The Garden of the Watchers
In the garden of the watchers
By the pool of knowledge
I knelt deep in prayer
We are the protectors of
The weak and those who
Have no hope within their hearts
I felt the grace of the creator
Waiting by my side
I rose then to meet her gaze
Come my sister
Join me as we walk
Among the stars
Our spirits joined as one
As we ascend to the very
Heights of time and space
I cannot join as you do
To feel passion’s heights
I can only feel my calling
Flying through space and time
© Ceol
January 6th, 2010 at 10:23 am
‘The Garden of the Watchers’ is a poem that is very wonderful to read…it has a complexity in its gentleness and a soothing experienced through the ethereal nature of the reality of its lines…this writing is the fine-tuned epitome of a gift possessed and understood by so few.
Coastpoet