an allegory

i left Heaven in search of Eden. i was seeking  the Wonder of all Creation.

what i found . . . in every circumspective footstep, in every reflection . . . i was the Wonder of Eden, i  was what i always sought.

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an allegory

like the Prodigal Son

i left home

seeking an uncertain wonder

that lie beyond

the rumors

and myths

and stories told

enticed me

to come see

for my self

i gathered my wealth

or so i thought

and i bought me a ticket

and the gate keeper clicked it

and let me slide on down

to this mound of ground

and water

you call earth

where the children

supposedly are filled with mirth

what i found

on this mound you call ground

was quite amusing at first

those spirits were tight

and terse

i immersed my self

in this playground

here

on this mound you call ground

as time went by

i lost my zeal

for the light of appeal

dimmed

with obligations

rules

and tools

people used

against each other

yet somehow

they managed to call each other

Sister and Brother

they use a different Dictionary i see

not the kind we used

back where i’m from

and to sum it up

i emptied my cup

and filled it with

Tears

and Doubts

and Fears

and many other

illusions

and delusions

i collected as truths

over the years

this slow place of the slowed beings

are not seeing

the light

but the reflection

in circumspection

of our introspection

for when we do happen

to look within

we again

will come to realize

that our eyes fools us

trust me

we never left home

and the Prodigal Son

is but another allegory

a Story

for wayward wonderers

such as you and i

© 5 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.