Photo Credit: Danny Buxton Photography
“We all long for (Eden), and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most humane, is still soaked with the sense of ‘exile’.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien
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O come and see
The light in the forest
Breaking through the trees
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Shafts of golden rays
Awaken a woodland
Caught by a summer’s breeze
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The meadowlark’s calling
The hawk is soaring
A chipmunk scurries away
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Remember the sunsets
On fiery waters
In shades of Eden’s days
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Deep in our cultural memory lies Eden, a place and a state that draws us. It calls to us like a distant dream, echoing down the corridors of time. A place where we, and everything else is the way its supposed to be. In our deepest heart of hearts, we all know it. Death, disease and poverty should not be. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.
Eden is the place we fell from, both in state and in dwelling. The gates are now barred to us, except for a brief glimpse, or the whiff of a faint feeling. And yet, in our yearning, and in its call, we’re drawn forward, into an expansive story, and a refreshing, deeper rest, and a homecoming like no other.
