Still loved

Somewhere, sometime, in the old East Lands,

in a spot relieved for four rivers, shadowed

by luxurious a garden, at royal a manor house,

by one saint sixth labor day, we awaken to life.

Made on the Creator’s likeness, by many years

we enjoyed His care and His love.

Once, on uncovering life secrets, like

good and evil, our ancestors were banished

having our Lord lock the Paradise Gate.

Since then, the hard and harsh of our toiling,

no one really knows, but You, our Creator.

How much longer will our penalty last?

When and where should we meet again?

Although heavy sternness demonstrated,

be aware many of us still venerate You,

and, some, still love.

We hope to see once more inhabited

that manor house where all has begun,

appeasing Your heart and retreating

some cherubims at the Paradise Gate.


Published in Dead Snakes, February 29, 2016.

Published in West Ward Quarterly, printed Spring issue 2017.

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