Does man get lost in hopes that are not fair
While ever wanting to seek paradise,
As trees lift up their arms to God in prayer
Are men then left alone to their device ?
Life has a vast divide existing there
To reach in darkness feeling no alarm
For man’s oft judged by trappings he may wear
And so has learnt how to evade this harm ?
But still in God’s lost idyllic garden
Where fragrant roses will forever bloom
Lie shadows of those soon forgotten
Not unlike whispers in a silent room !
Claire V. Bogdanos 