Dreams of His Garden

• Posted by: William Troup
• Created: April 15, 2016
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The glow of the garden was known to few,
  They were aware of beyond the view;
  A choir of madness that speaks of renew,
  A shadow of light that fell from the new.
The might of creation was carved from clay,
  From will came desire and be as they may;
  The tree of knowledge now lost in the day,
  Chances are opened when sent on there way.
The skies are clouded as wars came and past,
  The falling from grace was mightily fast;
  But houses are built in beliefs so vast,
  They finally see what glory was passed.
Mangled and shattered,
  The view of the scene;
Captured and fractured,
  The chance of the dream.
But doorways are vast,
As his glory is cast,
  Catch the blast,
  And throw away the past.
Live in the dream of his garden.
  Peace.

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