“The Garden”

The Garden by Rush

LONG AGO I READ A STORY FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE about a character named Candide. He also survived a harrowing series of misadventures and tragedies, then settled on a farm near Constantinople. Listening to a philosophical rant, Candide replied, “That is all very well, but now we must tend our garden.”

I have now arrived at that point in my own story.

There is a metaphorical garden in the acts and attitudes of a person’s life, and the treasures of that garden are love and respect.

I have come to realize that the gathering of love and respect – from others and for myself – has been the real quest of my life.

“Now we must tend our garden.”

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In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test?
It is what it is – and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

The arrow flies when you dream, the hours tick away – the cells tick away
The hours tick away – they tick away

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect

So hard to earn, so easily burned.

In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect.

In the rise and the set of the sun
‘Til the stars go spinning – spinning ’round the night,


It is what it is – and forever
Each moment a memory in flight.

The arrow flies while you breathe, the hours tick away – the cells tick away
The hours tick away – they tick away

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect.


The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,


A great reward is what you can expect.

The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen.

“The Garden”

Clockwork Angels 2012

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Neil E Peart, Rush

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