Wade
The Garden
Apr 25, 2009
THE GARDEN
Preface
Imagine. Crystal clear color with the sheen of every shade you know and the ones you don’t know. Darkness, a dim bluish purple haze misting through the twilight like atmosphere of the heavens. A voice commanding light, a low and rumbling sound issued forth from the voice of Eternity. The resounding explosion of the One who knows what He is creating and clearly sees through the beginning to the everlasting end. Joy. Pure joy igniting from the corners of His universe and sending shafts of mercy and grace though the depths of time. Dancing, spinning, encircling, encompassing and permeating as His eyes consider beyond time and look into the great expanse and see the Day when fountains of Life flow freely into the streets of the earth, filled with passion and acceptance of a beautifully arrayed Bride whose shining hope filled eyes glisten with the knowledge that He has come and sought her out and rescued Her from despair. As He gazes with longing into her eyes she returns His gaze with undeniable and all consuming obsession, for she understands and knows the zeal with which He has pursued her. He turns His wonderful eyes away with sadness born from that which he has set Himself towards and turns to the Ancient of Days with full understanding and humbly bows His head, submissive to the will of His Father.
In the beginning was the Word and the Word was made flesh and we saw Him with our own eyes and we touched Him with our own hands and He is Jesus Christ, the Word of Life sent from the Father and it is He who is Eternal Life.
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Distant shadows fleetingly cross the majestic mountains capped with recent snowfall as white billowy clouds soar above the morning’s dawn of the new creation. Deep blue lakes capture the reflection in the cold but clear water as the surface is disturbed by the joy of fish leaping to the bright expanse above, sending droplets of shimmering water and catching the bright sun as it returns into the liquid pool. The air is clear and pure and has the distinct aroma of fresh and wholesome health bringing with it the warm breeze of the day. Across the lake in the deep lush lawn of the bank walk a family of deer moving slowly without fear toward the water to deeply drink of the life it offers. Birds soar above, gliding effortlessly through the air, watching the movement on the face of the planet, elated in the freedom to fly about the heavens with the only sound being rushing air swiftly retreating behind.
It is the morning of seventh day since the Lord created the heavens and the earth and a festive mood of expectancy and delight fills Heaven. With wonder the angels have watched the last six days in total amazement crowding around Him with questions and to discuss the strange creatures and the beauty of the earth and sky. The deep stirring within, from the quiet and peaceful Day, causes a song sung in hushed tones to be heard swirling through the gates and into the streets, making it’s way heard up to the towers and above and around the Throne. It rises in waves like the ocean swell, blessing the Day in which He rests, gently flowing over Him as He smiles in hidden knowledge of another Day not too far off when all is summed up and completed in One, like the Son of Man, who is standing beside the Father.
Adam opens his eyes as the distant memory of music in his dreams fade away to the new day. He still wonders what is happening all around him but the confident voice of his Creator continues to speak to his heart as he breathes deeply of the fragrant earth and listens to the sounds of this waking creation. He glances at Eve, still sleeping in the early dawn, and waits in anticipation for her to stir so they can continue the discovery of this beautiful garden in which they live. The trees are laden with fruit and taste like explosions of sweetness and goodness. Bees ar
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just a thought
Jun 21, 2008
THE WOODS WOULD BE VERY SILENT IF THOSE WHO SANG WERE ONLY THE BEST
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