Through the Archway

In a world of gray,

and of darkness grim,

with bitter mourning full to brim,

there is a place one may find

if the soul remains not blind.

A place of colors

and of quiet rest

for those weary and hard-pressed.

A haven of sweet relief—

approach weak and with belief.

Lift your grieving eyes

and behold a Garden

filled with beauty, grace, and pardon.

Endless land of trees and fruits,

blossoms, blooms, and evergreen shoots.

Look through the archway.

Take a look and see

both life and joy run wild and free

as stream, river, and deep fountain

drip with wine from God’s mountain.

“Come in! Come in!”

Sings the Lark.

“Come in! Come in! Escape the dark!”

Birches, oaks, trees of heaven,

cedars, elms, and beeches too—

all their leaves glistening with dew.

Trees like these, a story tell,

of new life after man fell.

See the King’s vineyard,

its boarders expanding,

anticipates heaven’s landing.

Miles and miles without end,

broken hearts, its fruit will mend.

Enjoy the blossoms,

growing with delight,

basking in the Creator’s light.

Colors new, on earth unseen,

display a world now made clean.

“Come in! Come in!”

Calls the Flower.

“Come in! Come in! Behold his power!”

There, on Tree of Life,

sits the King enthroned.

Before his reign creation groaned.

By his hand, nations are healed.

By his love, Shalom revealed.

Do not fear, for here,

the King rules in grace,

receives his own with smiling face.

New Creation brings his kindness,

rescues us from our blindness.

“Come in! Come in!”

Says the King.

“Come in! Come in! For rest I bring.”

The King of the Garden,

it’s him who spoke,

and by his word, all creation woke.

To us, access he has granted—

to the garden he has planted.

“Come in! Come in!”

A call resounds.

“Come in! Come in, where love abounds.”

A Blue Jay of the Rockies (Rocky Mountain National Park)