I have been writing at Brookgreen Gardens for 43 years. We have watched each other grow and have shared our thoughts. The gardens have an interesting past and as I walk the pathways, its past is shared with me; its secrets are revealed to me.
I've often sat on the ground below the limbs of a magnolia or an oak and just listened to the silence. There's much to be said for silence. As the gardens continue to share with me, I will share with others.
One thousand candles
Whenever night falls within the Gardens,
light from the moon plays upon the grounds
and shadows drift giving life and flight to Pegasus.
But this night is different for nightfall will be short-lived
as moonbeams are replaced by tiny white lights
appearing as wintry fireflies flittering about the trees
and throughout the Gardens.
Though the air is cold, warmth is ushered into our hearts
because of the season.
Thousands come to see the glimmer of the lights
which appear to shower down from the limbs as rainfall
creating smiles in the faces of the children.
And in every dark shimmering pool and fountain,
hundreds of candles float in celebration
of the birth of a Child.
Hauntingly beautiful music can be heard
in all the far corners of the grounds
and a single celestial harp shares its sweet melodies
with all who care to stop and listen.
But then there is a hushed moment when the night
becomes still and all the lights become one bright star
in the heavens and we are reminded of why we have come here ...
to celebrate the one light within each of us,
one which will draw us closer to the true meaning of Christmas.
The writer, who lives in Murrells Inlet, wrote this in December 2012.