a little more revelatory thought

I have been much perplexed in my cognition regarding this matter of  revelation.  As the whirlwinds of thought ravaged my mind, my distress at not having arrived at a suitable conclusion so overwhelmed me I was as a brainless fool, incapable of finding the conjunctions and ends of my thoughts.  Thusly I considered that I should away myself to some private place.  I decided to go to the garden . . . alone.  I like to go while the dew is still on the roses. I find a freedom of mind here that I know nowhere else.  It would seem as if a voice falls on my ear, and I pray that the Son of God would disclose.  As if by the command of their conductor, the birds hush their singing, and the melody that’s given to me is ringing within my heart.  Ah, I would stay in the garden with Him but it would seem that the night around me be falling.  I durst not linger, for in the distance I hear the voice of woe bidding me go.  And so I will be away, my thoughts now loosed, for as He walked with me and talked with me, He told me I am His own, and I must admit, I needed to hear that.  Such refreshing from the joy we share from tarrying there.  I think none other has ever known it.