The Garden of Stone
Written by: SWayneRoberts
Wondering through the garden of stone
neatly nestled at the foot of Heaven’s throne.
Solemnly seeking a place to be alone,
though finding no reprieve.
Amidst the rolling floral field,
I hoped in death to be concealed.
And to somehow in this place be healed,
to be cleansed of the world that I longed to leave.
Closing my eyes in ill fated prayer;
embracing a God who did no longer care.
I fell to my knees in great despair,
urgently aching to believe.
Below my knees the ground did quake,
of what fetid beings did I forsake?
From the depths of the Earth, they arose awake.
Coarsely moaning, clutching to my sleeve.
From all around me their numbers increasing;
those lost to this world, from a ground releasing.
Their bodies decayed; their gaze unceasing.
Narrowly I tore from their grasp in a frantic heave.
I spun on my heels as they followed in tow,
through a Heavenly garden stained with hell’s overflow.
They craved the life he did bestow,
feeding on the blind and naïve.
Foolish was I to opine,
I fell to the weight of the divine;
biting and scratching at God’s great design.
I found true religion in Eden’s eve.
For this, I greatly wish to atone;
for trespassing at this Heavenly throne.
Forever trapped within the garden of stone;
Buried deep, left alone to grieve.
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