the garden’s echo

“for dust you are and to dust you will return.”
— Genesis 3:19

death is one of the most strange and sacred echoes of our humanity.
it is not just a cease of breath,
but a divine interruption—
a whisper from Eden,
reminding us that this world,
no matter how vivid or painful,
is not the final home.

when YHWH (God) formed man from the dust,
He breathed life,
not permanence.

and when sin entered,
so did the sentence—
not as punishment,
but as a reset, a divine mercy.

because to live forever in a broken world
would be more cruel than death itself.

death scares me.
not because of where i’ll go,
but because of the faces i’ll leave.
the voices that will fade.
the hugs that will become memory.

i don’t fear my end,
i fear their absence.

and yet…
in some strange grace,
there is comfort in their rest.
they no longer face injustice, pain, or sorrow.

and if Yahshua (Jesus) is who He says He is—
and i believe He is—
then death is not goodbye,
it is see you soon.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes.
There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain…”
— Revelation 21:4

is YHWH (God) cruel for letting us die?
or…
is it in death that we are most aware of His nearness?

death makes us long.
it makes us weep.
and yet, it also makes us hope.
it whispers of a kingdom not yet seen,
a reunion not yet felt.

“I am the resurrection and the life.
The one who believes in Me will live, even though they die.”
— John 11:25

so we wait.
not in despair, but in expectation.
we mourn,
but with faith.
we die,
but only to live again.

because in every goodbye,
there is the echo of the garden,
and the promise of paradise.