Garden Grown inspired by Genesis and Bill Cosby

Garden grown

For Bill Cosby and Adam, who, like all of us, made some serious mistakes.

There were no chicken bones.

Get yourself a thick bible,

with no words missing.

Nothin but green garden,

blue sky,

brand new sun.

There were no paper cups.

Read Genesis

and check for yourself.

Nothin but gentle rain,

dripping leaves,

and brand new sun.

There were no newspapers.

Just butterflys, bees, ants,

and brand new sun.

There were no hoses.

No need for rakes and shovels.

Just brand new sun.

And dirt.

Soft, wet, rich,

smelling like life, new beginnings,

bated breath just waiting,

to be sculpted.

Big good hands

lifting from the perfect place

the thing that was missing.

Surrounded by soft green sprouts,

unfurling fronds and petals,

thin green blades bursting up eagerly towards that brand new sun,

one more thing came into shape.

A reflection of the love that created perfection in a spectacular array of colors and textures and shapes,

each more fascinating than the last:

Stood for the very first time, and took his very first breath.

The very first caretaker.

And under the firmament of Gods protection the caretakers were born.

Born of the rain and the soil and the One.

Born of beauty and perfection,

rising clean and free in the warmth of the very first sun.

And in those first, still sinless moments

of sunrise and hope and tentative new life, when the garden was clean and perfect, and the caretaker had nothing to do quite yet, he saw paradise.

And he passed his vision to every living being that has ever been,

so that each and every caretaker

would lift his face to the sun that rises brand new every single morning,

and know that from the garden he came and to that garden he will return.