a sonnet written in celebration of the first anniversary of this humble blog

Over the deep and dark waters was heard
A longing moan that summoned creation.
Then a lone garden-paradise was reared
As home to mortals: an earthly mansion

Where untroubled, unshod feet trod as free,
Where all things contained--both holy and base–-
Where joys alight and pain sprang from a tree,
From where angels drove mortals out in haste.

But back to this garden-home dreams return
Giving to exiles hopeful melodies
Of a voice primordial that bid to turn
Anew to ancient nuptial rhapsodies.

That sweet moaning voice heard first in Eden
Sound in hearts as the promise of heaven.