This word told in human detail outweighed the stone background and the words of the song says He
Gave me beauty for ashes these are messages heard in the garden and then seen from there end results
In changed human lives it was a special blessing while at the San Antonio mission to see the padre father
Joachim coming up the walk I would set in the Padres garden and mediate looking out on this courtyard
Garden the numerous rose plants would direct your eye out to the center piece that was the flowing
Fountain and then more space back to these high pine that were only a couple feet in diameter tall and
Narrow they ascended above the back of the mission they in this setting held a wistful glory and then
The architecture on both sides arched spaces walks that stopped at doors where people stayed while at
This most peaceful retreat the wall right behind where I set was the exterior to the mission church that
Was still operational for services the side door opened up to the padre’s Garden along this walk they
Had Great pots their size and weight added to this most alluring place your eyes drank in every detail
Then you looked across the gleaming tile roofs at the mountains that made this a truly cloistered
Experience In one of the best designed missions in the whole string that follows the El Camino or the
King’s highway it was always a treat when father Joachim walked the grounds in his brown robe and
Round brown hat he was not only a brief visitor to this garden but the marks showed outwardly of his
Familiarity and knowledge of the one who still walks in the hearts of men in the evening time you were
Arrested by his peaceful soul and the love that emanated from his body it most strongly dropped from
His lips as he spoke with such grace it was evident that he had spent much time alone with the master
He was well versed in any and all subjects a quiet wisdom ushered you along conversational paths so
Fitting for this sacred place his eyes were soft truly troubles and burdens loosened as you talked with
This man of God the air held momentary gusts wonder laced them in fascination the steering of deep
Waters were navigated with ease and joy carried along by the natural sea breeze blowing in from the
Coast twenty miles to the west truly westerly winds did invite your mind to set sail on this grand soul
Setting at your side stable winds that were made rich and accessible by a great prince of the east then
He was observed to follow unquestioned drawing winds that were of Heavenly origin they placed
Within this mortal heart thoughts of true starriness that outweighed the Sun a man alone but not lonely
Impoverished but rich without the misery of those that hold great wealth in a transitory fleeting life that
Soon vanishes only to appear and hold another in ******* where he is free of all encumbrances never
Does he find himself in the throes of worries on the other hand he is the one who frees others by a life
Style that enriches from hidden sources that never will be exhausted he found these wonders by turning
Into the garden at evening time the same way is open to you it’s your decision got troubles that are to
Big to complex hurts that won’t heal the world to unkind he awaits with all the answers His heart longs
To see you His love will clothe you with a covering like no other welcome child to the secret hidden
Garden of your dreams

I am looking at the sky and I can see the vaguest outline of the trees against the night and soon I’ll see the glow of a golden moon but all I know is that I should be looking at it with you. I want to take you to Europe. I want to stop by the Seine and see that moon reflected in the water and I want to feel my hand in yours as I look at you and nothing else. I want to take you to that lock bridge, you know, the one weighed down with all that love. I want to look at a padlock and envy the way it is fastened so tightly around the metal, if only I could be so irrevocably wrapped around you. And while others look up at the Eiffel Tower I want to look at the rust peeling off the railings so effortlessly, and I’ll think of how you did the same for me, how you were the first and last to see the core of who I am and how I wasn’t even afraid. It hurts so bad to want you, these days. I ache for your flesh against mine and your pulse beating in time with my own and how I can never tell whose is whose, and how I know it’s supposed to be that way. Your fingertips, grazing my cheek; I never thought it was possible to miss something so much. I miss the forests in your eyes and getting lost amongst the firs beneath the starriness of the night. It feels as though this ache is eating me alive. I’ve never wanted dawn to come so bad. I want to feel my heart race as every mile brings me closer to you. I want you to look at me in that way you always do, that way that leaves me breathless because in a one second’s glance you look at me with a love that couldn’t even be explained in ten thousand little black journals. I miss looking at you and feeling my mind go blank. Walking down cobblestone streets with you seems much too far away. But I’ll wait for it, just like I have waited for tomorrow, like I have waited to take your face into my hands and kiss you with this feeling that has made every day without you seem like nothing at all. Like I’ve waited for my limbs to become tangled with yours. Is there a better feeling in the world? There never was. I want you. I want you. The wanting you leaves me expressionless staring at a now pitch-black sky. I can’t even see those trees anymore. I can’t even begin to describe to you this ache that is splitting my bones. Sometimes I can’t think of anything to say. How do you begin to tell someone that you never thought it was possible to need something so much? But I do, I do. I need your arms. I need to feel your lips tugging at my own. Like we can’t get close enough. We never can. Sometimes I swear that wanting you is all I am.