Not a Destitute After all

28
May

The bell of chaos was all over

With stumbling steps in the dark path

The terrain overtly a labyrinthine bewilderment

Craggy turgid melody of catastrophe

All hope was vanished

So we thought

…the vanishing presence of a disregarded heart

What next?

What haven’t we spotted?

Momentarily lost

 

Now the snug path restored

At the point of the skull

With Golgotha to dread

Hope restored

We gained ascendancy again

Men contemporary mood inconsequential

All faith solved riddles ‘troubles’

The work completed

Paradise restored

 

Now to live and never die

To covet not the best of earth’s bounty

To gaze in hope grace’s inheritance

To be assured we’re no longer earth forsaken

Now a descent of the most noble

This is who we are

Our paradise restored.

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