I find this poem beautiful and thought I would share. I first saw it written on a wall at Brookgreen Gardens outside of Murrell's Inlet.
The Meeting
By: Archbald Rutlodge
Men made me dread to meet
God- but I found it sweet-
I who had disobeyed
The laws men said he made
Yet from him wasn't no "You!
You wretch for mercy sure!
You wicked sinner!" Rather,
Just like a gentle father
"Son, how your garden grows!
I love that yellow rose.
And that narcissus seems
come from a land of dreams.
For the fine work you've done
I'm proud of you dear son.
enjoy and bask in it...that is what I expect God to be like when we meet.
