Exiled from the Garden
With obsessive effort to emancipate my soul.
Noble mind scribbles into little meaning droll.
The dumb, clumsy form and uninspired mind
that ever held me to my isolation with its never yeilding bind.
With exacting eyes on the apostasy of flesh.
My mind to a high puzzle and made a bold logic mesh.
The rampart in my heart was not inherent at all,
But choked joy from my soul as a syndrome of man's fall.
In clearest voice a prayer to the ever might God.
The chains of pride that anchor to never pleasing fraud.
Peace by searching for what so often I had thought vile;
The solace in modesty and contrite loving trial.
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