The Creator walks in Eden,

His Son at His right hand.

The brilliant sunshine warms the earth;

a soft breeze cools the land.

The Garden’s trees have all been pruned.

Each shrub is in its place.

The many vines have all been trimmed.

No weed dares show its face.

“Seems Our new gardener’s working out,”

the Father tells the Son.

“The Garden hasn’t looked this good

to My eye since Day One.

His loved ones mourn his passing.

They prayed for him to stay.

His love for them shows in his work;

that’s always been his way.

In My good time, their mourning

will turn to tears of joy.

Through pain and fear for those held dear

they never walk alone.

Their love compared to Mine is

as a candle to the sun;

the human heart would break apart.

They’ve only just begun

to understand the reason why

I brought My child home;

For all must sail beyond the pale horizon,

and come home.”