Echo Suppression: A Viator Prayer

Where the echo began

is no mystery: on a

mountain in a garden,

born of disobedience.

Beauty wilted and faded

where the echo began

and everything it touched

had the scent of death.

To suppress the echoes,

O God, East of Eden,

where the echo began,

had proved impossible

until: Incarnation and

Pentecost’s indwelling,

effectively muted

where the echo began.