I Walk in The Garden Alone

The path I walk

smells of pine—

a sweetness of the wild,

with notes divine.

The path I’m on,

lined with signs of love

and forget-me-nots,

carries me home

to my God.

He says to me softly,

“Well done,

my little turtle—

faithful and slow—

forever mine.”

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

https://www.eastwindpoems.site
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