John Prophet

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Some say the
Garden of Eden
was a myth,
that such a
beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold
forbidding
inhospitable place,
a place filled
with frozen gases,
balls of fire,
cosmic radiation
that can

fry one alive,
dead planets,
frozen asteroids
and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes
of space
with no
discernible

purpose.
There is a place,
at least
one place
where things
came together.
Eons
of star formation
and destruction
seeding the
cosmos with the
periodic table
that, along with
gravity
cobbled together
one speck
of blue.
A place that was

warm,
had water,
breathable atmosphere
and a
magnetic
force field
keeping deadly radiation
at bay.
A double planet system.
Somehow
in the deadly darkness
of the void,
paradise was forged,
a blue pearl,
a Garden of Eden,
a place to call home.