The Mystic Garden

As I look up at the sky, I watch the birds fly by.
The wind blowing against the trees, caressing my skin like a summer breeze.
It was a quiet garden with no one yet around.
And I decided to say a prayer, to thank God for letting me experience the serenity,
    even for just a minute, this feeling of forever.
The feeling was heavenly.
I walked into the garden, towards the twirling pathways
 to sit at a stone bench.
I gazed and gazed, till I felt invisible.
Invisible to the people taking pictures.
Invisible to the gardeners.
Invisible to the people playing music.
Invisible to two strangers, one crying out her emotions, the other listening to every bit of it.
Invisible to a group of people having a conversation right beside me.
And I wonder, is this how God feels?
I sat there and saw a woman about to pass me.
I said, the gate towards that way is closed.
But she just smiled and pointed at the direction of her destination.
And as if I knew, I just said, oh.. okay.
The quietness of the garden came back to me
and I thought, no one really appreciates just sitting.
It's so majestic, everything around me doesn't feel real,
yet there I was enjoying the breeze.
I looked over in the direction the lady went and saw
that she knew where she was going, she was talking to someone.
Someone she already knew, a person who guarded the gate.

The End.