Linda Galvin  

O Perfect Day by Linda Galvin


O perfect day,
when Adam walked with God. 
A day that broke in an aurora 
of dappled golden rays - to light 
on boughs fully-laden and bowed 
with succulent sweetness of fruits; 
a verdant canopy of creation 

Riots of seedlings burst out of the soil, 
their abundance testimony to the earth’s richness; 
watered by a crystal clear stream 
that sparkles and flashes as darting fish 
glint under the surface as it tumbles 
and bounces over moss-covered rocks. 

Trailing fingers of cathedral-like willows 
dip into the current, feeling its steady pulse, 
as it meanders across lush meadows; 
slender stems of waist-high grasses quiver 
as kaleidoscope butterflies caress them 
with shimmering powdered wings. 

High above at the heaven’s zenith 
a lark sings; unfettered. 
While swallows hang motionless 
on invisible thermals, now swooping 
to skim the water’s glittering surface, 
feeding on myriads of gnats 
washed down with sips of liquid nectar 

Now soaring as droplets fall from their beaks, 
to create ripples that spread and lap 
against banks of bulrushes whose fluffy, 
creamy seeds spill out of velvet tears 
and waft ever higher, 
caught on the spiralling breeze. 

A sudden burst of happy laughter 
sends a brace of geese skittering across the lake, 
their large wings flapping rhythmically 
till they rise clear above the reed beds, 
in silhouette against hazy mountains, 
still dressed in snowy summer caps 

The freshness of the morning 
has given way to drowsy stillness. 
Shimmering heat dissipated by balmy zephyrs. 
Lingering among tall columns of solidago, 
the persistent hum of pollen-laden bees 
gather the last grains of the daily harvest 
before drunkenly taking flight to the hive. 

Here Adam waits expectantly for our Lord. 
To have watched as they walked side by side, 
was to have observed the symmetry 
between earth and heaven. 
The universality of humankind reflected 
in every heartbeat, revealing the image of God; 
mirrored in man and woman. 
Like brother and sister, like father, like child. 

An untarnished, natural form 
has no need of clothing; 
for there is no shame in nakedness. 
Here is freedom and purity of thoughts 
where mutual trust is conveyed in glances 
that demonstrates love and life as one.
To live is to love; to love is to live. 


Now waiting within the shade of fruitful trees. 
Unheard, a whisper of unease 
and imperceptibly lengthening shadows 
slither to darken and spread across the ground. 
Human ambition overreaches human reason 
With consequences that lead out 
into the wilderness. 

The gates of paradise, now firmly shut – 
the key is turned but remains in the lock; 
tantalisingly out of humanities reach. 
Eden’s life-giving stream bubbles out 
among rocks and tumbles carelessly 
over burning sands; drawn quickly underground, 
to re-emerge in sluggish pools. 

Now is it man’s sweat or tears 
That fall so freely, to water the ground 
and germinate such thorns and thistles 
as to choke the good seed? 
Withering under the glaring heat 
to form dry husks of promised feast; 
no thirst is slaked by brackish cups. 

Man’s creativity belches leaden steam, 
forming vapour clouds of choking sin 
that block out the suns radiance. 
No glint of silver catches the eye; 
instead, fish - their pale bloated bodies 
stare unseeing and mingle with the jetsam 
gathering in swells against the walls. 

Everything is smeared with greed; 
each advancement besmirches further 
the innocence of God’s creation. 
Here the fittest may survive on pinnacles, 
but even the dregs of evolution endure 
and multiply haphazardly in their struggle. 
Sin has mutated the human gene; 

Like a carcinogenic virus, its stained hands 
pass it on to each new generation 
till it is so far removed from the original design 
that the draughtsman barely recognises his work. 
All is corruption and decay till 
one man’s blood soaks into the groaning earth. 


New hope arises from the shadow of the tree, 
each drop of blood dissolves globules of iniquity; 
dispersing the iridescent sheen to the outer margins, 
where incandescent fire consumes and purifies. 
A revelation emerging out of a blinding light 
that sears the eyes, a perfect vision of a city 
unmarred by pain and tears. 

The gates are flung open wide 
to receive the stream of life-giving water, 
that sparkles like rare jewels catching 
and reflecting the inextinguishable light 
The oft imagined Elysian Fields 
now wait expectantly to receive 
the souls of earthly saints 

Here is no restoration, instead a new creation; 
a pristine paradise, unsoiled, untainted, 
glorious in its abundance of energy and life. 
Enthroned in splendour and triune harmony. 
O Perfect Day, 
When Adam walks once more with God.

Linda Galvin

After writing this poem I realised that I had imagined a very ‘English’ paradise and thought about how around the world people will imagine paradise in ways that reflect the paradisiacal elements of their surroundings and cultures. For every swallow you could substitute a humming bird and every willow a mighty cedar. Who knows for sure…we can only imagine and pray that one day all will be revealed.

Ruach Elohim by Linda Galvin

Most ancient of time and space;
threefold creator,
hovering over the formless void
of waters, dark and barren.
An electric pulse,
vibrating with energy - 
igniting the universe;
quickening the human race.

God's winged messenger - 
pure white against the vivid blue
of heaven; in fluttering descent - 
To declare authenticity,
In fluid melody from angel tongues.
A pinion crown
overarching gentle majesty personified.

Spiritus Sanctus, animator of our souls,
Christ's breath in dwelling,
received as the gift of a risen Messiah.
That witnesses love in action,
to comfort and sustain
and advocates the sinners' cause
across the suspended bridge 
between heaven and earth
of a Saviour's outstretched arms.

Pentecostal inspiration; flickering tongues
in flaming titian hues,
sheathed within a noisy rushing tempest,
galvanising hearts and minds
with a white hot passion,
that reaches out in cooling balms,
enabling everything that has breath
to praise the Lord!

Linda Galvin


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