GARDEN OF EDEN

So gracious was the sight of things,

Of every creature and every creation?

God’s addiction to man, made angel wish of such wings,

How strong was man’s fellowship by every bit of emotion?

How beautiful the plants were,

Meekly are the animals that were there,

The lions and lambs all they had they’ll share,

A world you couldn’t have dreamed it’s realities as fantasies,

You couldn’t have seen its pleasures, promises and prophecies,

 The serenity of the ambience,

A land where everything was fruitful hence,

Every weed a wanted seed,

Every thorn a flower,

Every lion a steed,

Young camels even with embedded power,

It was all-round pacific,

Gracious was the creation in its demeanor and physique,

Blessed was the weather,

As a grateful bird was for a feather,

Virgin pure waters flowing as sacred streams,

Watering the aridness of the plants to their brims,                      

Such residence for the gods; it thrills,

A place where the Lord had two meals,

How he taught their hands for pills,  

Making them responsible for the naming of things without a flaw,

How he gave them all, but disciplined them with one small law,

When law came, sin birthed, making sour all sweet moments,

Orchestrated by this pricking and cunning serpent,

Working on her innocence and having her stray,

As naive as her man, he also fell prey,

That one thorn in the midst of flowers,

One sour fruit incapable of intoxicating them to towers,

They grew lust at ray,

By it they were drawn away,

Enticed, sin was conceived & they died,

What use is it if the serpent lied?

The skin is cut, our blood spills; ignore the object that knifed,

Their creator,

Having loved them enough not to hate them to their floor,

 Banished from this eternal life,

Their ignorance knew not about this new strife,

The husband is to labor so hard, labor pains is a lot for the wife,

Now their sinful generation,

The inherent ones with passion,

Aided by advancement,

Exploring at length,

Finding the homes that was theirs before they fell,

Whether they are to dig more if it drowned; I can’t tell,

Out of the cosmos searching for their lost hell,

It’s a paradise and not a shell,

They’ll lose everything,

So far, they have found nothing,

It’s not a place; it’s now a realm,

A realm that lives now in us,

And we also in it; Thus,

No prove of its visibility,

Except for its existence through history.

WRITTEN BY: Nameless Calvary