On the first days in Eden
the nakedness of my heart
was exhausting.
The past was
a set of futile attempts
at perfection.
The future seemed ready
to collapse all around us
at any moment--
the walls of joy
that were simple boundaries;
fences to be mended
at all cost,
crumbled.
But, to my surprise,
in the present moment
of flowers and herbs
constantly between my fingers,
bathing my eyes in beauty
even on a rainy day,
my busy hands
in this earthly prayer,
healed me.
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