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


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

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