Eastward in Eden

eastward in Eden there
is a garden flourishing
there are roses fat
and bright there are
flowers of divers
types all green plants
and trees, and
there I wander, take
my ease, breathe in
the scent of peace the
purity of a heart
unsullied by
time and pain - there
all lives green again
before it was brown
before it died down
to embers sullen
and forlorn - there
the bright heart lives
the open arms of grace
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