<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525008" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Echo Of Paradise Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow’s sadness tinges, <br>feathered fluttering soul <br>with mournful memories <br>of gleaned purity past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soul cries <br>through possessing use <br>of humility’s <br>harnessed heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cloak hope <br>in a poet’s pitted shield <br>as I weave each line <br>to random rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as youth <br>we stand in our Eventide, <br>memories flooding <br>back instead of fading <br>away - as we walk <br>forward in dream’s eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For how can <br>the snail know <br>crawling about <br>in subdued slime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With its burden <br>on its back, <br>that creation earth.<br>Stands a vast <br>height above him? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Man is trapped <br>like a slug <br>on a lettuce leaf <br>in the garden <br>of deceiving illusion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know <br>I have always known <br>I shall know again <br>as I knew before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many times have I seen... <br>multitude face of death.<br>Each time discerning death... <br>passed me serenely by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not given <br>for you to die.<br>Not yet enfolded in <br>origin earth to lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A refreshing wind <br>must blow <br>across the face <br>of cursed land <br>carrying embryo <br>of reseeded thought.<br>For now is prophesy <br>ordained time of planting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So catalyst toils <br>in field to bring, <br>irrigating waters, <br>murmuring flow <br>to parched soil.<br>Before warm <br>breath whispered <br>on siren wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hours are long <br>in this world <br>of shadows.<br>Scars run deep <br>of many wounds<br>I bare <br>on body <br>of my soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet even great pain <br>crumbles broken perishes<br>like sun bleached dry bones <br>till pain receding slowly fades.<br>Weathered with relentless time <br>or succumbs at sin sentenced grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=525008" data-title="Echo Of Paradise Lost de Terence George Craddock" data-description="Sorrow’s sadness tinges, feathered fluttering soul with mournful memories of gleaned purity past. As soul cries through possessing use of humility’s harnessed heart. I cloak hope in a poet’s pitted shield as I weave each line to r..."></div> </div> </div>

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