While Walking in Eden…

January 27, 2010

Tragedy’s an addiction, a sharpened blade
Such that when grasped or embraced,
Does dull the senses
To the beautiful intricacies of contentment.

A quiet, peaceable life-
Not for the bareness of a vast room,
But for the thickness of an Eden-
Is the Divinely destined dream.
Rejected, by now-slaves of empty halls
Full of windows.
Windows, truly mirrors,
Placing what is inside, out,
To be watched, and judged as other,
Though never truly there, but ever-here.

To hear other, yet see self.
A taunting solitude.
The greatest prison is to know nothing
Of the face of any other.
The greatest freedom is
For eyes to drink the true face of
God,
While walking in Eden.

-MAC <>< = )

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One Response to “While Walking in Eden…”


  1. Oh! This one is beautiful! True.

    Good job, brother.

    To God be all glory,
    Lisa


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