The Gardens Of Rest

The Gardens Of Rest

© by Bud Lemire on Sept 27, 2004

The sun shines down upon The Gardens Of Rest

Where flowers are spread out at their very best

The stones to mark where bodies lay

A monarch passes before my eyes today

It marks the message I know so well

To get to Heaven you must go through Hell

Although the bodies here, may be surrounded by dirt

The soul has risen, and well earned its worth

We leave behind so many things

But touch again through butterfly wings

The trees they know, they've seen it all

Even the mightiest must one day fall

The stones that mark the place we rest

Which means that we have passed Earth's test

Our learning continues, where journeys the soul

In the spiritual world, where everyone goes

The Gardens Of Rest is a cemetery around here,

my Mom and Dad are-buried there, and I go there

every so often and one summer I recall the butterflies

that came around as I sat on a bench while I was there