If my eyes were open I would see God’s angels guarding a path through a garden. The path is covered with trees bowing low towards the ground. Flowers, still to be seen by my eyes, fill the branches. Beyond the path is a tree that gives life to anyone who tastes it. But on this path is still the sound of footprints of a creator filled with sadness and disappointment. Yet this sound of yesteryear still resonates. For this reason stand angels guarding this path. But I can not enter its gates alone. Who will go with me? If my eyes were open I would see Him. (Reflections from Genesis 3:24)
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