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poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful
place never existed.
The Universe is a cold forbidding inhospitable place, a place filled
with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,
dead planets, frozen asteroids and meteoroids.
Huge deadly volumes of space with no discernible purpose.

There is a place, at least one place where things came together.
Eons of star formation and destruction seeding the cosmos with
the periodic table that, along with gravity cobbled together one speck
of blue. A place that was warm, had water, breathable atmosphere and a magnetic force field keeping deadly radiation at bay.

Somehow in the deadly darkness of the void, paradise was forged,
a blue pearl, a Garden of Eden, a place to call home.

 

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