Eden

Eden. A Kingdom I know I belong to,
yet I have never seen.
Or have I?
The traces of its grace
linger, budding and blossom
in summer and spring
like a spring I'm sure has burst
from the earth.

It's coming.

Not the end, no,
the beginning. A beginning as before:
back to belonging.
We long for justice and equity.
We long for you.

Awake o sleeper, rise from the dirt
You were not made for the earth
but from it, ever-springing, ever-new.

Behold. Life. And it is good.

The procreative song of eternity
spills from the lips of one who is
Worthy.
Though right now we're dirty,
we won't always be hurting.

Listen closely.
I can hear the faint sound
of wedding bells, gently
piercing through the dark
like nails through the hands of God.
Singing words without speaking
hearing us without listening.
Truly eternity is written on our hearts,
Yet providence's scope escapes us.
Nevertheless we look and wait.
The fate of our hearts
determined from ages past.
Whether found in life
or a life that's passed,
We were made for you.
The first and the last.
Like a ship with mast
that's passing through the sea
we sing and steer this vessel
though its you who leads
and blow where you may.
We tether our soul to the anchor
that's solely found
on eternity's shore.

And there we are welcomed home.