There they had it all:
lush, green grass,
trees of every sort,
for shade and sustenance,
trees that bore fruit in season
with branches majestic against a perfectly blue sky.
There they cultivated plants for beauty
Every root needed for the body was there,
every seedling needed for the soul.
There, high arching trees, shelter from a burning sun
or umbrella against teeming rain,
where they wed and worshipped,
a place for re- and pro-creation.
The very first family bathed in its splendor,
basked in the warmth of its summer sun,
marveled at the changing colors of a fallen leaf,
allowed themselves to be intoxicated by the scent of the cedar
or satisfied with the tarty-sweet of the pomegranate,
seasoned food and faith with the mustard seed.
This place was perfectly laid.
Its architect and maker was God.
With mere utterances, He established the quintessential park
and placed His rangers in it as managers-
until they chose the forbidden.
Since then, many parks have been established to recapture the essence of the first.
Many have tried to copy His design.
So we glimpse the creativity of God in flora, some essence of His glory in fauna.
sense the shadow of His majesty in a tree and find the peace of God in serenity.
A tabernacle of sorts
This sanctuary of plants and wildlife has become
a refuge for the soul,
to feel, smell, hear, taste and see
the love, truth, and mercy of the Almighty.
He still reigns,
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