Though most of my memories prior to my arrival are a bit fuzzy, I do recall how quiet and bashful I used to be. I say used to be because now not only am I full of life, I am out-going, friendly, and instantly fond of these new-found friends. The garden is overflowing with children that feel like family. It doesn’t feel strange, it feels fantastic. As I began to greet them, some with a handshake and others with a hug, I struggled to make sense of a situation that had no reasonable explanation. I was simply overwhelmed. Nothing in my brief fifteen years of life could have prepared me for this awesome display of paradise.
I had heard legendary tales of an unbelievably gorgeous garden that was said to be full of love. They called it Eden. I couldn’t help but wonder, is this the second Eden?
The colors in this place seem alive with their radiant shades of praise and glory as if they are beaming with joy, hope and love. The unique aroma that saturates the senses is best described as the fragrance of affection. Several of the older kids call it the sweet smell of perfection. The sounds that fill the air seem to come from everywhere and everything at the same time, blending together in a harmonious unity where each note, each tone, and every vibration flow together with an angelic ecstasy that is felt more than heard. It’s a soul stirring sound of both reverence and worship.
My new friends say that I’ll never get used to it as it quickens fresh emotions continuously. They told me to allow it to touch my heart, and then join in on its healing symphony of thanksgiving. Still lightly burdened with an adolescent curiosity, I searched for the source of this magical music that moved us. That’s when I noticed that as we moved, the flowers were moving with us. They were alive and as full of joy as we were. It was the flowers that were making most of these exceptional sounds. It wasn’t music as I knew it, not really. The flowers weren’t just singing. It was as if they were birthing spirit filled echoes of harmony with a soul. The melody had life. The tempo had heart, and the tune was so virginally pure. The flowers love us, and we love them too.