Eden's Gate
sometimes I can hear angels in the trees
their song a distant whisper of light
and everything again begins to breathe
even the stones, as they did on those first days and nights
and then I remember what it means to be alive
to hold existence like an infant in your hands
to see creation dawn with perfect eyes
to feel inside your heart the pulse of the land
O Lord, how long must we wait
until restoration rumbles through the world
I am dying here outside Eden's gate
how long until the banner of your kingdom is unfurled
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