81059 - In the golden garden

Ν. Λυγερός

No religion, only faith.
Like a joke.
But it wasn’t.
Deeper and higher at the same time.
The lake was deep.
The trees were high.
No limits.
Even the sky was open.
No zero. Only uniqueness.
Nothing was obvious.
His existence was a fact, a basic fact.
They knew it.
At the beginning it was difficult for the souls
to understand his life.
But finally they understood
that it was a gift.
A gift of Time to Mankind.
Their seed.
Their oak.
He was the power of love.
One for them.
All for him.
It wasn’t a union
but the harmony.
The beauty of the garden.