The Terrible Beauty in the Garden
24" x 18"
acrylic / canvas

I have a garden which no one knows
my soul is freed there
where the truth grows.
There's an angel who lives there
who welcomes me in
and shows me the places where the healing begins.

In the midst of the flowers
I weep like a child
for the prison within me
innocence defiled
And it takes its strong wings
and around me it folds
and against its calm bosom
my tired head it holds.

It shows me the rose
and the terrible thorn
on the same stem growing
on the same stalk belong.
And the doors of my prison
are flung open wide
into the terrible beauty
my soul steps outside.