As I made my way to the hidden glade,
I noticed the sparkling dew,
Kissing the just born roses,
In this place where not much grew.
The scent of lilacs filled the air,
As I neared the pond ahead,
I could see the little tree frogs,
As they lept from their mossy bed.
Continuing on my morning hike,
There was movement to my right,
I looked, and then I stood in awe,
At this cherished, beautiful sight.
Right there in the meadow,
The purest light I've ever known,
I thought that I was by myself,
Now I saw I was not alone.
My Lord was surrounded by violets,
Feeding bunnies and fawns from His hand,
Soft melodies drifting in and out,
From His unseen angelic band.
As I drew a little closer,
He stood and beckoned me,
Robes of billowing, blinding white,
There for all to see.
As I looked into His knowing eyes,
I saw such loving grace,
The mercy felt for His children,
Etched so deeply on His face.
I fell to my knees - unworthy,
But He gently helped me to stand,
I could hear the angels singing,
As He tenderly took my hand.
He whispered softly loving words,
That dissolved my every fear,
Renewed my faith and filled my soul,
As I watched Him disappear.
Doves spiraled into the heavens,
On this glorious day that He made,
And I'll never let go of what I found,
Right here in His hidden glade.