Saturday, September 6, 2008

In an Eastern Rose Garden

In an eastern rose garden full in bloom,
Privileged be the few that walketh there,
But to pluck the roses of sweet perfume
Is, from the heavens, an answered prayer.

O ye blinded souls seeking earthly gain,
A moment that lasteth and from ye flee,
Go to that garden in quest - and obtain
the one Divine gain of Eternity.

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