Descriptive Essay: The Angel Garden

the radiantly alive vitality of tender loving care that follows after and from true self-love.
A gently abundant rain falls freshly fluid from the dome of The Angel Garden. Everyone looks up to the source, currently in the angelic form of Michael who’s proudly upholding the dome while weeping copious tears of joy – the highest octave vibration – and joy heals all and everyone. Even the dragon is purring warm placid pleasure that is not unlike a cat lapping cool cream.

The Angel Garden

It all began the day a duster blew through the plains only a few weeks after Hester and the children had planted their vegetable garden. The duster pushed and pulled at the tender new growth, uprooting them with the force of the dust laden wind. The girl watched, horror-stricken,

What a perfect name.
Water.... Plants need water to survive and to thrive. What is the source of the water in an angel garden?
The thought no sooner radiates from her brain than she hears the sound of angel’s weeping tears of anguish, and of joy. Joy? Really? The girl imagines herself squatting Indian style on the floor of the garden surrounded by the thriving plants growing there; and there she is, looking up, and being spattered by gently refreshing tears of joy. She gets it! And she receives it, just as freely as a plant receives rain, just as the soil does, in a never-ending, whole-earth dance of symbiotic harmony.
Plants need earthworms to thrive and to survive; and at the thought, there are earthworms, avidly aerating and enriching the angel garden soil while eating their way through their daily diet of dirt..., the earthworm’s bread of life. Ah, God, you are a wondrous creator God. Thank you for the angels, for the garden, and, thank you most dearly for the earthworm wisdom that faithfully produces new growth.
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