The Creator’s Garden of Paradise

Some dreams feel less like imagination and more like a memory our souls are longing to return to. This poem is an expression of my hope for humanity—a vision of a world where we live in harmony with one another, with the Earth, and with our Creator. It is an invitation to pause, imagine, and remember what becomes possible when love, wonder, and gratitude guide our hearts.

MY POETRY PATH

J.S. Drake

4/9/20261 min read

A Creator's Garden of Paradise

Fervent yearning pours from my heart,
I see the potential now,
I dream a dream I know will come true
Won’t you dream with me, now?

Of sunshine caressing thy skin
As we awaken from the field,
Opening our eyes
To be greeted by Love,
Oh, what a thrill!

We smile with glee,
As we caress field daisies
Inhaling their sweet perfume,
Smiling and laughing,
As the aroma tickles—
Our inner senses bloom!

Then overhead we hear a shrill,
A majestic eagle flies,
We jump up with joy and delight
And race with arms spread wide.

Communing with the majesty of all around,
Playing hide and seek with the fawn.
Without a care in the world,
All is provided—
From Dusk till Dawn.

Berries and nuts and mushrooms too,
Living water and living air.
We breathe in the Love and Light,
And rejoice in just being here.

Oh, what beauty lays before us—
The Creator’s Garden of Paradise,
To be a steward of the Earth,
This is the dream where the soul flies!

-J.S. Drake-