By the entrance to the Garden of Eden
There I waited for the botanist
who knew all about mustards, figs and lilies.
“Tell me, Cousin Jesus
I have seen the tree of Knowledge
And the Tree of Life
Show me the Tree of Freedom
Unguarded by swords, serpents or priests"
He took me past the Garden of Gethsemane
There it was – a cross of dead wood.
He said that he had climbed it
and knew that I could climb it too
I hugged him and kissed him
I broke the chains, shattered the bloody nails,
Cleared the garden and raised a forest
The sweet smell of freedom filled every pore
I am the Tree of Life!
This poem was written by Dr. Paulraj Dayanandan with Easter in his mind, as a card conveying his best wishes to all.