The Garden

By Thomas S. Jones Jr.

1882-1932


Behind the pinions of the Seraphim,
         Whose wings flame out upon the swinging spheres,
         There is a Voice that speaks the numbered years
Until that Day when all comes back to Him;
Behind the faces of the Cherubim,
         Whose smiles of love are seen through broken tears,
         There is a Face that every creature fears,
The Face of Love no veil may ever dim.

O Angels of Glad Laughter and of Song,
         Your voices sound so near, the little wall
         Can scarcely hide the trees that bend and nod;
Unbar the gate, for you have waited long
         To show the Garden that was made for all, --
         Where all is safe beneath the Smile of God.

DayPoems Poem No. 1336
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