We started in a garden and we’re going to end up in one. So why not spend some time in the garden between our past and our future?

Then YHVH Elohim took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it. (Gen 2:15)

A garden enclosed Is my sister, my spouse, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates With pleasant fruits, fragrant henna with spikenard, spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices—a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south! blow upon my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its pleasant fruits. (Song 4:12–16)

 Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from Elohim, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of Elohim is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. Elohim Himself will be with them and be their Elohim.…And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of Elohim and of the Lamb. In the middle of its street, and on either side of the river, was the tree of life, which bore twelve fruits, each tree yielding its fruit every month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. (Rev 21:1–3; 22:1–2)

A psalm by Natan Lawrence

The Flowers in My Garden (written 5 April 2016)
The uglier the world becomes, the more I plant flowers in my garden.
The deeper and darker the pit society falls into, the brighter and more colorful are my flowers.
The more vile, crass, ungodly, evil and profane people become, 
The more my garden resembles the sublimity and idyllicism of Eden.
The greater the degradation of the surrounding culture as it gleefully parades its descent into hell,
The more my garden reflects heaven on earth.
Yehovah, I love you, praise you and find my hope and joy in you through the flowers in my garden!

From Natan’s garden and a couple of other places too.

And now here are some flowers from my mother’s garden. Hmm…I wonder where I got my love of flowers from?