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On Tracks of Eden’s Days



“We all long for (Eden), and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and least corrupted, its gentlest and most humane, is still soaked with the sense of ‘exile’.”  ~J.R.R. Tolkien


O come and see

The light in the forest

Breaking through the trees


Shafts of golden rays

Awaken a woodland

Caught by a summer’s breeze


The meadowlark’s calling

The hawk is soaring

A chipmunk scurries away


Remember the sunsets

On fiery waters

In shades of Eden’s days


Deep in our cultural memory lies Eden, a place and a state that draws us. It calls to us like a distant dream, echoing down the corridors of time. A place where we, and everything else is the way its supposed to be. In our deepest heart of hearts, we all know it. Death, disease, and poverty should not be. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

Eden is the place we fell from, both in state and in dwelling. The gates are now barred to us, except for a brief glimpse, or the whiff of a faint feeling. And yet, in our yearning, and in its call, we’re drawn forward, into an expansive story, and a refreshing, deeper rest, and a homecoming like no other.


Photo Credit: Danny Buxton Photography

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  • Loved this writing as well as the picture. I long for that place we were made for.

  • Beautiful writing to accompany a beautiful photo. Longing for Eden.

  • Thanks Joan! I’m blushing.

  • You’re right Anne, we were made for it. It’s the last place time and eternity/ heaven and earth worked well together. I guess that’s why Scripture says creation groans and waits…

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