The Inward Garden

There is a garden no eye can see,
where every soul’s true seed
waits in stillness to bloom.

Here, weeds of fear fade,
thorns of judgment dissolve,
and waters of grace
soften the hardest ground.

When you walk inward,
the soil of Presence welcomes you;
each step grows flowers of forgiveness,
each breath scents the air
with the fragrance of home.

— Joe Restman