The Garden Gate

 . . . . is it an entrance to a secret garden?

 . . . . the alley entrance to the backyard? 

 . . . . the vegetable garden?

 . . . . or a private garden for meditation?

for me it is . . . . a song:


In the Garden
by C. Austin Miles

I come to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

Refrain:
And He walks with me,
and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known.
Copyright 1912, 1940

This is for Sunday Sketches.  See the other participants entries at BlueChairDiary.  Thanks!