God, Poetry

In the Garden

He is life,

A great, mystical tree,

Symbolic in nature,

Eternally free.

She is root,

Hidden, deep below,

With a foundation enduring,

She is a mystery to know.

Combined is the essence of Him.

Revealed is the depth of love Divine,

Captured, perfectly, over a history of time.

Good and bad,

Back to their own identity.

As it was in the garden,

The One tree of serenity.

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Image by Deflyne Coppens from Pixabay

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