Once, in the cool of the day, God walked into a Garden;
Where a serpent hissed, and man hid, and half eaten fruit lay fallen on the ground.
Adam, where are You? said the Father. And the man was driven out of the Garden, head down, condemned.
Once, in the dead of night, Jesus walked into a Garden;
Where Judas lurked, and disciples slept, and sweat like blood fell to the ground.
Father, where are you? cried the Son. And Jesus was led out of the Garden, head down, resolved.
Once, at the dawn of the morning, Mary walked into a Garden;
Where angels sat, and rocks were split, and soldiers fell stunned on the ground.
Jesus, where are You? Said Mary.
And the angel said, He is not here. He is risen.
And Mary ran from the Garden, Head spinning, believing.
Soon, at the last trumpet, I’ll stand at the gate of a Garden;
Where water of Life bubbles, the Tree of Life blooms, and paving stones like gold lie shimmering on the ground.
And Jesus will say, “There you are”
And I will say “Here You are.”
And I’ll be led into the Garden, Head high, redeemed.