09/29/2025
Eden's Gate
We once met in a garden so sweet
Eden's light was gentile and work was sure.
Columns rose steady and familiar,
and Brothers gathered as if forever.
But every gardens have their season.
The voice that walked in evening air
spoke of endings, of paths untried.
The gate we knew grew heavy to close.
Outside, the night waited-wide and strange
like the first to leave paradise,
we stepped beyond the green enclosure,
hearts aching for what could not stay.
Behind us angels seemed to stand,
silent watchful, with swords of fire.
Not cruel, but guarding what was holy,
keeping the memory unspoiled.
And yet in exile we are not alone.
Another house extends its hands,
another hearth waits to be kindled.
Two streams of labor find one course.
Eden is not lost but carried-
in our words, our craft, our bond.
Though we pass beyond familiar gates,
We build anew here light can rise.