More Than All of TheseThe garden is the rustle of unseen things,
The silent flutter of butterflies’ wings:
It’s a place of still, enchanted hours,
Of fragrance, peace, unfolding flowers
And the drowsy sound of humming bees.
Yet a garden is more than all of these…
For here we find that
God is walking,
Here in a garden
Talking sublimely without any words
In the murmur of trees and the song of birds.
Elizabeth Reeves Humphreys
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