The Tree at the Beginning and End of Time

by Mark Stucky

THE TREE AT THE BEGINNING AND END OF TIME

In Eden’s primeval era,

in the Garden’s lush center,

what was the Tree of Life like

in all its mythic mystery?

Did its robust branches spread low and wide,

the perfect roost for birds and primates?

Did innocent birds sing joyously in their nests,

or was there a reverent hush within the leaves?

Were the countless emerald leaves long and broad,

ever blazing with brilliant phosphorescent glow?

Did its fruit radiate the color of crimson,

the juice oozing the nectar of redemption?

Was that everlasting Tree a divine gift

withdrawn from humanity for all time?

After Adam and Eve’s heartbreaking eviction

and humanity’s scattering to thistled lands,

what ensued in the enigmatic Garden,

after vanishing in first sin’s aftermath?

Did the Tree weep like a willow,

folding its branches in prayer

for some future redemption

and return to the Garden,

for them, for us,

for you, for me?

Is the tree weeping for us still,

like willows of Babylon wept

along with Jewish captives

who hung lyres in the branches,

while cruelly taunted by captors

during the long exile from Zion?

We too were exiled from Eden,

and exiled also from Zion,

exiled from one another,

exiled furthermore from God.

But lost exiles

can yet return.

In Revelation’s heavenly vision,

by the quiet river’s crystal water,

the Tree calmly awaits

the first couple’s return

to the renewed Garden

in its enhanced glory.

The eternal Tree beckons,

while waiting millennia,

for them, for us,

for you, for me.

The tree yields continuous, copious crops

of its shining, savory, succulent fruit,

and the soothing, curative leaves of the Tree

can heal hearts of humans who wish to come.

Will you come to the Tree,

behold its bright beauty,

inhale its fresh fragrance,

and savor its goodness?

Let’s climb that tree together,

resting on its wide branches,

to eat its unforbidden fruit

and use salvific leaves to wipe

sweet juices and salty tears

from our forgiven faces.

MARK STUCKY

Mark D. Stucky has degrees in religious studies, pastoral ministry, and communications. After being a pastor, he moved into communications and has been a technical and freelance writer.

During his day job, he documented diverse technology products. In his free time, he’s written articles, stories, and poems on a variety of (usually spiritual) topics. He has received four dozen writing and publication awards. Mark believes in following facts and faith, understanding other perspectives, preserving the Earth, protecting the vulnerable, and saving the world one word at a time (or at least trying to).

For more writings, see spiritwhispersbymarkstucky.substack.com/


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