garden of eden


I take and eat from the tree of life.  I can hear the north winds, the Euphrates behind me, the little boys at play in the warm of summer’s yard.  A perfect beginning for a seventh day morning–that is until silence breaks me from genesis.

The work week extends to a schoolhouse work day.

God said it was not good for man to be alone.  Surrounded by creatures without a companion.  I think about this on these days, these days, these days when the waters spring forth from the deep.

Do I understand?


Do I need to?


The Son whispers, “Do you love me?”

My spirit answers, “Yes, Lord, you know I love you.”

I take a deep breath.

The man returns soon for the midday meal–I breathe yet again and I know I am known.

The golden peaches brightening in the west.

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