“Yes, I Remember”
Eve’s reply

I remember
the hush before morning,
the song that moved beneath the soil.

I remember
how your voice shaped the air—
not with words, but with warmth,
and how the stars bowed
when you whispered my name.

Yes,
I remember the garden.

Where roses knew my fingers,
and peace had no need to hide.
Where even dragons sang lullabies,
and the doves were unafraid.

I remember how your hands
held the wind still—
how the sky turned when you danced,
and I, barefoot, followed.

But I forgot.
Somewhere between sorrow and shadow,
I forgot.

The thorns grew thick.
The rivers ran backwards.
My heart…
it cracked like dry clay,
aching for the dew.

But still—
even in exile,
I heard your breath.
Even in silence,
I felt your echo.

You never let go.

And now,
in the hush between worlds,
you call me to dance again.

Yes,
I see it now—
the four rivers, the red cedar,
the rock where we laughed,
where we wept,
where we kissed the dust
and made it holy.

So take my hand,
my Love,
my Maker,
my Memory.

Let me believe again.

Let us return,
not as children this time,
but as warriors of wonder,
wrapped in grace.

Let us name the stars together
before they fall.

Let us dance
in the garden again.

I trust you.
I remember.
I am yours.