THE EDEN TREE

An idyllic day in paradise breaks
when we lose sight of heaven;
it was a simple nibble, not even a bite,
tempting us with our nakedness.

Swift judgment falls upon our heads
as fierce winds sprung from God’s deep lungs,
now strip the Eden tree of leaves
forever – fallen on the ground.

Once lush and heavy with succulent fruit,
the Eden tree stands stark and bare;
a mottled, turbulent sky outlining
these now dark and craggy branches.

We sleep, then dream, then slowly wake,
and rub our weary eyes, and see, despite
the clinging pile of leaves, a ladder to God’s
heaven. Perhaps a chance to love and start anew.

poem prompted by and photo courtesy of

Christine Valters Paintner of http://abbeyofthearts.com/

transfiguration

Center picture of bird courtesy of Christine Valters Paintner of http://abbeyofthearts.com

GRANDMOTHER MOON (see picture below)

Jealous of the shimmering stars
and wishes made upon them,
Grandmother Moon casts off her
midnight cloak, rising early
in the desert sky. But Brother Sun,
no subtle friend, rises too
and makes her glow recede.
Sun’s bright rays diminish her
eternal and spellbinding magic.
Lesson learned, Grandmother Moon
prepares to sleep and plot her harvest ascent.

PERHAPS A POEM, LATER...