everything grows in the garden of eden
& all we are meant to do is
straighten out the place a bit
& enjoy.
we are walking in the dream of a dream
in the splendor of Godlight
angels everywhere.
no need for thinking.
too much like worry.
there’s always abundance
if we take only what we need.
God is the green of the garden,
the needle of the pine, the cricket
sound.
God lives in the squalling rain,
in the damp soil crowded with roots,
in the magnifying droplets of
water.
as you sit in the warmth of the flickering
firelight of your home, remember God.
as the snow cakes around the panes
of the windows. remember God.
soon it will be spring, the dawning of
the next creation. blizzards forgotten.
rivers free of ice.
bottomless clear lake.
bottomless blue sky.
God smiling through the
blossoming trees.