I know these things
though they sleep within me
—
What once was in the garden
is now choked by earth’s vines
vines that closed Eden to us
and our hearts
to our true selves
—
All we cling to now
is memory
of nakedness without shame
—
We may claw and slash
at the vines
seeking our return
to paradise
to unity
to love undistorted
but what was lost
will not
cannot
be found in the ruins
—
Turn your face, then
to the living memory
given us
to nakedness nailed
upon a tree
He who is without shame
—
Yes, He will awaken you
awaken us
to the love
that was
and can be again
