Tuesday, 12 January 2010


The thing that made it perfect
was its lack of walls,
or any other keeping-it-in-or-out

It had trees to sit in,
silent, thinking,
grass to walk on,
(without sharp things in it,
so bare feet were with it.)
No signs on doors denying access -
there were no doors,
no gates,
no inside places to be shut out of.

And God walked in the garden.
No churches, temples,
walls of any kind.
No ceilings for prayers to bounce off,
mocking their own echoes.
Just a talk with God,
a friend to friend chat.
How perfect was that?

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