**In the Garden of Healing**

In the wake of sorrow’s storm,
When tears have run their course,
A tender bud begins to bloom,
From grief’s relentless force.

The heart, though bruised and battle-worn,
Learns once more to breathe,
Finding strength in whispered winds,
That gently call to leave.

Each day, a step on softer ground,
Each breath, a bit more light,
The shadows slowly start to fade,
As dawn replaces night.

The memories that once did sting,
Now carry softer hues,
A tapestry of love and loss,
In gentle, healing blues.

In the garden of the soul,
Where sorrow once had grown,
New flowers bloom in quiet grace,
From seeds that time has sown.

The pain, though never quite erased,
Transforms in tender hands,
As love reclaims its rightful place,
In life’s renewed demands.

For healing is a patient art,
A journey long and slow,
Yet with each step, the heart grows strong,
And learns again to glow.

So let the past rest in the earth,
Where roots of love remain,
And walk with hope toward the light,
Beyond the fields of pain.

For in the garden of your heart,
New life begins to grow,
And healing, like a quiet dawn,
Will lead where you must go.