"Paradise Lost"

To dream of splendor is over-rated
and leaves us uncertain of the past,
when we try by inventing it our way
the images that we should retain,
a garden surrounded in nature
obliterated by sand to dust,
condemned to die
a paradise lost.

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Where to now
and bow our knee,
God the gardener weeping
his lessons of the apple tree,
seeing Adam and Eve hiding
so afraid to ask for pity please,
planting new life for sinners saved
the serpent cast into the fire of hell.

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Breathe, O breathe my loving spirit
my children you are saved today,
let us kneel and pray a prayer
that you may have babies,
to laugh and play away
your fear of failure,
my garden green
heaven bound.

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