Paradise-Restored

This is how the world un

-folded: as breath

flung into breathless,

all encompassing voice

spread over a voice-less void.

soil spoken into souls

who could commune with their sole

creator. What they came from &

what form they came to

deemed: good

. . .

For a season-sprouting

in this gifted goodness:

to hunger, unknown; to thirst, never

prone.

Til, round-faced a red, the flesh

appealed,

made soil-creatures, in greed, doubt

their feed. then came the flood

of temptation, the raining of world

with disobedience.

One taste: forbidden? surely

not.

We reached out, brought close bit.

Sweet apple whose core was bitter-

And paradise

fell

. . .

But shhh-listen. And you will sense

remnants of a promise soft

in the bird song, still in the sun rise, soon

as fresh dew

over mornings, anew: the fragrance

of creation, once more, re-awakening

to the Creator they once knew;

together, our sure, steady footfall, will walk

hand

in hand in

Paradise-Restored