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.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Good write as a poem. I have to believe in a Garden of Eden for the Bible to make sense to me. It explains God's creation, 'original sin' etc, seemingly in story-like themes. But not a fantasy for me.
Orchidee, hold your beliefs close to your heart.
Thank you for reading my work.
JG
Nice. I hope you plan to write a book. You have some interesting writes and thoughts. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
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