The Garden

As I knelt down to pray one day, I heard the voice of a man, and he stuck out his hand. So without fear, I took his hand, and we walked through the land. As we walked we came to a garden filled with color so vivid, and bright, like nothing I had ever seen. There was also a wooden bench for which he asked me to sit. As I sat down, the man asked me if I wanted to stay, I said yes please. He looked at me, and smiled then said welcome home.

– Jamie Whorton Β©

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