Garden of Forlorn

Lack of trust on people's part had driven me into the Garden of Forlorn. But if God should give me "a bone of my bones"....

Many years have into the past flee
Yet, the tale of Garden of Earthly Delights
Is still pinned onto my memory
Rustic, fluttering in the influence of slight
Tsunami of retrospection and misery
Conjured by desertions, before I took the way of a hermit.

Within the Garden of Forlorn
Do I pitch my tent
Without the territory of Iscariots
Million miles apart hostile compeers
And the horrific jail of fraudulency,
The tower of our contemporary society,
Wherein I served terms and bore scourges hopefully
Till it dawned that trust had rest in peace
Perhaps, in the bosom of the Eternal Sovereign
Hence, I armored myself with a hermit's garment
Myself my friend., Myself my entertainment.

But if forever this way
I won't remain
Take a rib from my side, oh! Sovereign
To thou Foundry by sign or when I'm at rest
Make it a molten with the furnace of thy sort
And mould the being to sit by my side
Not to bring me out of the Garden of Forlorn
As did mother of Earthlings in Edens
Nor in this Garden of Forlorn forlornly abide
But will merit this yard with magical presence
As the Phoenix., my Garden's empress
While forever we remain an unyielding twine.



©INNOCENT PAUL 2015

PURITY™