A holy temple, filled with grace.
She has the key that lets us in,
To green and shady steps within
Which open to a chancel wide,
The river running by its side.
The holy altar are those stones
Which guard the river's danger zones.
No sound is there, except the birds
Who welcome us with heavenly words.
The dawn reveals her beauty fair.
The peace of nature settles there.
Our secret garden shrine is this.
My love and I embrace and kiss.
by Colin Windsor: Febrary 1992
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