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Paradise Regained
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By Rich Tassinari
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Paradise Regained

Old Paradise is closed for good,
And angels guard its bolted gate,
Returning is a bit too late,
Not one will walk its neighborhood.

The garden now is overgrown
With weeds and wildness of disuse
Since all was lost from one abuse
Where innocence had once been sown.

They ate the fruit of right and wrong,
Then hid in knowledge of their shame,
Now Paradise can’t be the same
Where guilty creatures don’t belong.

Without the woman and the man,
No need to tidy up the place,
The sin is done, they hid their face,
Their guilt has brought about their ban.

No longer pure in Paradise,
Man’s calloused mind and blistered hands
Must toil in unforgiving lands
Where virtue reaps less gain than vice. 

Now Paradise must come to them,
Like light absorbing through a leaf,
Like truth awakening belief,
In hearts, a spirit plants its stem.

Each son and daughter guards their gate
Through which the spirit enters in
And occupies the heart within
To govern each heart’s spirit-state.

Old Eden’s demon still conspires
And knocks…and knocks upon the door,
And offers apples like before
To feed all dissident desires.

A Holy Spirit also knocks,
And when the heart is opened up,
He enters in to sit and sup,
Embodied guilt His love unlocks.

There is no law to disobey,
Each garden grows as He sees fit
Once He's allowed to enter it-
His Paradise returns that way!

Rich Tassinari 5/23/15


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Submitted: Sunday, May 24, 2015

Last Updated: Tuesday, May 26, 2015

About the Poet
Husband, father, grandfather, and each title is my joy. As a youth, poetry was a means to express the inexpressable. I was attracted to (and still am) the beauty and brevity of verse. All flows out from God, and like a proper prayer, can flow back.


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