Paradise reframed…

Down long dark paths e’er wanders he in search of peace from woe. He travels on with troubled brow, his features etched with worry so. Solutions none can this man find, to ease his troubled soul, yet stills strides he down darkened paths, his searching now beyond control. And now within his mind he’s lost, he knows not where to turn. Those darkened paths are in his head, his mind’s in Hell, he’s sure he’ll burn.

But peace when finally it came, was not from thoughts inside, but when he faced the truth in death, his God was by his side. With surety he never felt, in life he’d been uncertain, beyond the worrying of man, was glory past that curtain.

©Joe Wilson – Paradise reframed…2016
(with apologies to John Milton 1608 – 1674)

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