In gratitude for solitude
And the garden’s evening breeze.
There are patients she would serve
Beyond the rustling trees.
There are voices from the brink
That hover on the edge.
A kind nurse has placed bright flowers
On the window ledge.
Around, the plants are whispering
To the sky white silk and grey.
Garden seats are blistering
From many a hot day.
For all the patients and the staff
A fervent prayer is here.
She’s pleased when a distant laugh
Suddenly rings clear.
Green leaves like furling oceans tossed
Fresh breeze cools her face.
Love rekindles is not lost
Felt from God’s healing grace.
Leaving the garden revived,
Returning to the wards,
Praying with those who have survived
And for names gone from the boards.