I think I get it now
For years I've looked at the stars.
I've looked, searching for something
I did not know what
I picked up the Bible
I read it and became convinced
We are not alone
But something felt missing
The narrative felt incomplete
Not because it was not enough
But because I felt not enough
My universe was me
I searched the stars, praying, hoping, thinking
for an answer that was not mine
I searched under the bones of learned men
I heard talks from smart women
But none of it fit
Eden came to mind over and over and over again
Why Eden? Why Now?
I hear the rain, smell petrichor
My heart aches for something
I am completed by my God, but something feels missing
So I look to the stars
I pray, and prayed
Then Eden came again, this time with a withered tree
Its branches were black
Its trunk was charred grey and smoking
I heard three claps of thunder, and a bolt of lightning through me
It was I who ate of the tree
Creation groans because of me, my mother, father, brothers, sisters
We consumed its heart, tore at its body
I wept, as I now weep; bitterly
We destroyed Eden, pillaged it.
Then after the scraps did we turn on one another
What is so different now than what was back then?
Why now do I think it has come to finality?
Because Eden is waiting to be born again.
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
Eden is lost.
But the stars wait for our return
As does the sea
As does the wind
As does the ash
As does this body made from dust
Our souls have lost Eden, but the Garden still waits
God has prepared a homecoming
And all creation yearns for us to attend
Tend your hearts brothers and sisters
Prepare the plot before the storm
The Garden must be watered soon