In the Garden

Did she exist
As a person
Was she a myth
Did she live a life
Did she know
Her name
Her purpose
Her eventual fame
As the mother of life
Upon earth



Was she created of clay
Given life
A rib from a man
Was she aware
Modern
Able
Bright
And fair



Was she a petri dish
Where DNA
Was woven together
By science



Did she know her maker
As she walked in the garden
Did she know his name
Their names?



Was the Garden alive
Or was it a laboratory
Filled with science
Striving for perfection
By some distant hand
Creating
Godless
Godlike
Or was it all a story
And is human kind
An infection
Set like fire
To the earth
Since our birth
Since our genesis

For I have Dreamed

I dreamt a world into being
By my tears, by my joys
And my pains
Redeemed for it is alive
Birthed from a heart
Ready and awake
My children are like fire
Rising and growing
Without fear
I see
Nothing before them
To slow them
They are my seed
They are my kin
My blood
My dreams
My horizon never dims
My children never sleep
They reach from here
To eternity