Suspended on the outskirts of my suburban residence Edenwas where my pulse truly resided as a child

, born of the wild; immortal soul like in every sibling of mine-and every soul accompanied by spirit is a sibling of mine-birthed with the breath of the heavens and the dust of the

earth(that will one day return), the glorious fields that valleyed with trees and a terrace

-as primitive as the terrace itself as old as man itself-

was home to me as a boyOh how precious I was and fragile my spirit

-but invulnerable by body-that had no more passion for anything than that of worldly delicacies

-foolish as I was-I was still as human as I am today

Across the elongated bladed leaves sprouting from the floor, my feet sank into its moisture and God’s breath

embraced me-before I would stand naked before Him-

, I gushed through sinking deeper and deeper into the dew

To the treeas curious as George would be

Then and therethe venom cleansed my quintessence dryand poisoned my soul

as my teeth sank deep into the dewand the world surged my soul; my spirit no more

-though still spiritual-I came to the conclusion of my soul, stripped of its freedom in the Garden

stripped of my essence, alone and burdened with worldly knowledge

; I was found burdensome and bare neck deep in dew.As intoxicating its delicacies may have appeared to my taste

it lasted no longer than the hours of the day-and I thirsted for more-

I hid betwixt the tree branches of worldly knowledge so He would not see me bare

-to think I could hide from infinite erudition-He found me broken

-the first of many-, and I was sent from the Garden to make way,

, Song of Myself; Then sings my soul

-Broken and Beautiful-, God is greater than the Garden

, Brothers and Sisters

-come what may-Heaven is just a staircase away

of roots and vines and God’s embracedrop the tasteless fruit and let Him make way

Bittersweet suburbiaSong of Myself