Unreachable father, when we were first
exiled from heaven, you made
a replica, a place in one sense
different from heaven, being
designed to teach a lesson: otherwise
the same — beauty on either side, beauty
without alternative — Except
we didn’t know what was the lesson. Left alone,
we exhausted each other. Years
of darkness followed; we took turns
working the garden, the first tears
filling our eyes as earth
misted with petals, some
dark red, some flesh colored —
We never thought of you
whom we were learning to worship.
We merely knew it wasn’t human nature to love
only what returns love.
Louise Glück
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