Spring Holler Ranch

In The Garden of Life

          I sat down, leaned back, cocked my hat, hung my spurs on the porch rail and surveyed the world from this old front porch. My love for you will always be such that I will always wish the ‘Hill Country’ of Texas was your home. That your life will always be as beautiful as God’s flowers on the hillside below the house. I thank Him for the fires He kindled in my heart for the infinite beauty of both you and this range.

          How can I explain the peace I felt in your presence here on this land? How do I find simple words to describe the joy in my soul, the joy when my eyes feasted on your beauty, the pleasures I found in just the scent of you? What can be next for me, having once held you? What am I to do now that you’re gone? My mind races with questions, but I have no answers…

          Were it not for God above I could not stand; but by His Grace this broken old cowboy spends his days here on the ranch, amid the rocks and wild flowers, listening to the gentle strains of the music you so loved. I have my dogs and the open Texas sky for company, and my memories create my joy.

          So when I went to church today I lit this candle for you. I only pray that when the final tote sheet is tallied: and I pass through those golden gates into a larger garden, my eyes find you. For there will be no peace for me in heaven’s land until I hold you once more…

~ © 2002/2010 – David L. Griffith ~
For My Special Lady

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