Originally published JANUARY 5, 2015 BY BRANDON DURHAM
Has fabled Eden faded
From memories made for more?
Has the bright sun set
Upon that which our hearts were rising for?
Have we who played beneath her shade,
As children, lost all trust?
And dreamed away a life beyond
The haze of mortal dust?
Our virgin love now withered.
It died upon the tree.
God’s garden guests are banished.
Sin summons us to flee.
Have we hope?” cry naked souls,
Who in the leaves are hiding.
Who will come and lead us out
From fear to true abiding?
See sinless Savior suffering
Who died upon our tree.
Bright Son of God now risen cries,,
“Ye weary run to me!”
I wrote this poem in 2008, in the midst of some personal heartache. It reflects the relational brokenness and distance I often feel with God, with loved ones, and with myself. It expresses my deep longing for redemption; to get back to the garden, to the way things were before the fall of man. In the end, I return, by faith, to my true hope; the Good News of the Cross & the Kingdom.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” —Jesus, Matt. 11:28