I come to the garden alone …

...while the dew is still on the roses.
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
The son of God discloses.

My mom is not a cradle Catholic; she grew up attending Unity Church, and converted to Catholicism when I was ten.  Because of her Protestant upbringing, I grew up hearing many great religious songs that lots of Catholics don’t know.  One of those songs is “In the Garden.”

I’ve always loved the song, probably because it reminds me of my mother.  I also love the mood it creates: that sense of a soft, gentle, quiet morning in the garden, strolling peacefully down the paths with Christ.

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own.

Here’s a little fact that I’ve only just learned: this song is actually about Mary Magdalene encountering the risen Christ.  It was written in 1914 by C. Austin Miles, who was apparently meditating on the story of Mary at the empty tomb when the words and lyrics just came to him.

It’s a beautiful song to meditate on, any day of the year … but especially when Easter is so fresh.  I’m singing it a lot these days, as I unload the dishwasher or take the boys for walks.  Maybe it will take root in their memories, too.  Maybe when they’re a bit older, they’ll be able to imagine themselves walking in the garden with Christ, in a slow and unhurried way, totally wrapped in his love.

Because that’s what it’s really all about, isn’t it?

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