Oh Eden, beautiful and bountiful Eden!
Teeming with new life, joy of Creation,
Majestic beasts roam through thy garden,
Passing lush foliage and green meadows,
As birds rejoice in their sublime songs,
A cacophonic symphony, pure yet unorchestrated,
Music rivaling Seraphim for world's delight!
Lazy river fed by crystal streams,
Peacefully winding near forest and vale,
Water bathed by the sun's golden rays,
On whose banks harts prance with cadence,
Whilst fawns with angels' grace dance.
Plants in bloom as the world's first spring,
Great trees ornately wearing jeweled fruits,
In garden's center stand the grandest of all,
Twin trees, thy fruit life and knowledge,
One a gift, and the other a curse forbidden,
Yet in temptation the curse is soon forgotten.
Alas! For the forbidden fruit's allure
Prooved for mans' will too much to endure!
Knowledge begets sorrow, poisoning paradise,
For Eden can never bear the thought of death.
Death's bitter taste now lies on man's breath,
Barring him now from the splendor of life in Eden,
For the garden's gate now to man must be closed
And what but the tree of life may bar death?
Exiled, man's children now may only wander,
Passing o'er mountains and through sea,
For the garden was now a tragedy unbearable,
Nor could flaming sword and heavenly host they face,
Against the corrupt do these guard Eden's entry.
Dispossessed man's children now roam forlornly,
Flood, tyrant, desert and plague they braved,
The burning flames of the sun, once warming,
Now pierce their skin, a hundred fiery arrows,
Whilst the cold teeth of snow and ice
Like hungry viper bite into their flesh.
The vicious howls of ravenous beasts pursue them,
And the discordant laughter of crows mock them,
As their names the wind cries in its mournful voice,
Haunting them with its dreadful wailing
Seeming to forever bemoan their tragic loss.
Yet a New Man's arrival the prophets foretold,
Anxiously they await man's new springtime
A fresh emergence from dark winter's storm,
Yet harrowing millenia taught their souls despair.
Eden from their waning hopes eventually passed,
As their faith in this promise darkened,
And the prophet's vision began to fade away.
A new garden they planted to curb sorrow,
But little joy lasting could it provide them.
For man, a frail shadow of Eden was Gethsemane,
Whose trees provided shade from the sun's wrath,
Though their flowering was never so festive,
Nor their fruits so tender nor sweet to taste,
As those man in Eden's eternal paradise left.
Cool streams through the garden wound,
Carving scars through the dark foliage.
Birds from tree borne nests chirped tunes,
Competing for the most resonant of notes,
Though their songs only reminded men
Of that wondrous symphonic harmony
Once played in Eden's sweeping meadows fair,
The melancholy song plaintively harkening forth
The fulfillment of a promise made long ago.
A new man to bear those lost keys to Eden's gate,
Who could paradise's joy reclaim for mankind.
This New Man who suffered scorching desert heat,
And who fiercely raging storm rebuked,
Entered into man's garden in agony to weep,
Not joy but a heavy heart did He bring there.
Though with friends nearby drowsily sleeping,
And in darkness did He pray, broken and alone.
His companions dozed unaware of the mystery,
Unfolding before them in His forlorn supplications.
Oh Gethsemane! Thy sorrow shadows Eden's delight!
Thy trees now stand in silent and vigilant watch,
For they know that a tragedy will soon transpire.
It was a tree's temptation which to death brought man,
And so upon a tree's wood must Man's Son die,
Then three days under trees' roots must He sleep.
But when the third dawn's light awoke the trees,
The tomb itself was opened to reveal life anew,
Stone rolled away with death's deep despair.
And then paradise's gate was flung open