We have never looked on Eden— it was gone before we woke, but we'd swear that we have seen it in the words our fathers spoke, in the kindness of our mothers, in the bread we daily break or receive from one another: Eden, every bite we take. There are days when we remember that our lives are built on sand, walking always in the desert, looking for the promised land. In the daily thirst of dying we recall those living springs; hunger speaks of satisfying: Eden touches everything. Though we can't go back to Eden, still it flavors all we do; with the savor of your kingdom where we find our life in you, for the seeds in Eden planted blossom out into a feast. From the harvest you have granted we will finally sit and eat.
I love this poem & the thought of reflections of Eden all around us!
Thank you so much!