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.