It’s Almost Real

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We walk through a garden
 Made of plastic.
The synthetic scent of flowers
 Fills the air.
A mouthful of this river water
 Leaves us thirsty.

It’s almost real.

We abound in friends but
 Cry here alone.
Using these ‘feeds’ to
 Feed our souls.
Never do they fail to
 Leave us hungry.

It’s almost real.

We long for a new garden
 Filled with life.
The gentle sting of wildflowers
 Intoxicating our noses.
Bread and wine that
 Satisfies our souls.

It’s real.

The creation is groaning
 Longing for rebirth.
The children are aching
 Held by promises.
The King is coming to
 Save his bride.

It’s real.