I found the Garden,
finally
Guarded by ancient cherubim and fiery sword
(What DOES that mean?)
He let me in - sword lowered -
stepped aside
And I, like Eve of early days, knew delight
So here I am
Wrapped in sacrificial skins
Undoing history
walking backwards through sweet born fronds
and heady roses and fruit I have not seen
and I am searching for the God who once walked here in search of me
-but that was before-
Before the choice that somehow went wrong
and sent us running with fig leaves,
covering ourselves
with first gifts
"Where are you?" He called, and we could not answer
Now it is me who says these age old words
"Where are you, God?"
This is our Garden
Yours and mine
and blood was spilt and I forgot that I could talk with you again...
Here...
in this place of beginnings and endings
and beginning again
You are not invisible to eyes which spent dark nights
wide open
waiting
You
are not invisible to
me
When I finally learn
to see
finally
Guarded by ancient cherubim and fiery sword
(What DOES that mean?)
He let me in - sword lowered -
stepped aside
And I, like Eve of early days, knew delight
So here I am
Wrapped in sacrificial skins
Undoing history
walking backwards through sweet born fronds
and heady roses and fruit I have not seen
and I am searching for the God who once walked here in search of me
-but that was before-
Before the choice that somehow went wrong
and sent us running with fig leaves,
covering ourselves
with first gifts
"Where are you?" He called, and we could not answer
Now it is me who says these age old words
"Where are you, God?"
This is our Garden
Yours and mine
and blood was spilt and I forgot that I could talk with you again...
Here...
in this place of beginnings and endings
and beginning again
You are not invisible to eyes which spent dark nights
wide open
waiting
You
are not invisible to
me
When I finally learn
to see