last night I read the suicide note of a trans girl I didn’t know named Eden.
this is for her (and maybe for us, too)
A Garden For Eden
on the other side, I imagine a garden.
it is nurtured by warm rains, gentle winds, and the sun.
here there are endless sunrises and endless sunsets, gifts from the heavens and from mother nature herself.
she longs to hold you and so she does, kissing your tears away with warm rays of sunlight, tucking you in under the softness and protection of the moon.
here she nurtures you as she would nurture the garden,
showers you in cherry blossom petals, perfumes you with the smell of flowers, and views you in reverence.
you are, after all, one of her most divine creations.
she honors you with aloe, amasses bouquets of anemone, crowns you with angrec.
she dots the night sky with aster, wakes you with bellflowers, builds you a bed of calla lilies. she calls you her Cinquefoil, promises you coltsfoot, dons you in dahlias.
she grows you gladiolus and heliotropes.
breaks fast with jasmines.
welcomes you with mayflower and marigold.
she grows you meadowsweet and lays mignonette at your feet. olive and phlox guide you through endless fields of dewy grass, plumeria and primrose caress your knees,
poppy lulls you to sleep.
she wakes you with rosemary, sprouts you rows and rows of red spider lily, springs sweetbrier.
she fastens you a cloak of vervain and whispers warm words onto winged seeds. she grows zinnia. lots and lots of zinnia.
in the middle of the garden stands an altar.
it is home to acanthus, astragalus, azalea. to baby breaths and balm, pink carnation, and white clover. it is cradled by cypress and purple hyacinth, birth’s pastures of pansy and rue.
the altar is a testimony to grief.
mother nature promises you no more sorrow. here she will love you with all of her existence.
you, her daughter, born of the divine feminine and from her very own womb.
she will honor you with everlasting fields of flowers. she will grow you a garden.
she will call you Eden.
in this garden for Eden, you will be free.
someday we will be too.
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