Garden of Eden

I have seen the Garden,
That which no child has seen,
Colours shown full and satisfied in.
I passed the tree of life,
The mightiest and splendid.


Allowed to enter by the cherub,
to see the dead tree, 
Formerly of contrast but now just a stub.
A shadow as dark as that valley, 
burned like Sheol –
Now a different contrast to all it was among.
I spoke to the cherub, asking,
What happened to the tree?
That which brought demise?
It was burned by the teacher,
who taught to be wise.


Those who came before brought death, 
Defying the sequence of breath,
but the teacher rid the world of it.
satisfying man’s debt,
Now all may nurse from her breast.