The Word (Secret Eden)

Your Word is a walled garden, an Eden for my soul,

A land of treasure and serenity unfurled from a scroll.

Wisdom blooms always, soothing with her fragrance,

Promises tower, hope shades, joy ripe in the cadence.

In here I find great rest as the green plains elucidate,

Lifting me up as I lay down, restoring me as I ruminate. 

Alas, the smog outside calls in cold debts of necessity, 

So I close the gate again but keep my Eden next to me. 

~Poet of Ephraim

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