Missing Paradise Poem by Smoky Hoss
Missing Paradise
I search for Paradise
in your eyes,
I no longer believe
my own lies.
I'm drawn down
to the core,
trying to find
what livings for.
The sun sets
in the West,
it's there where
we should seek our rest.
I look up
into the deep blue sky,
I see the birds
as they go flying by.
I wonder
where are they bound;
I wonder
where are we found.
I can't just fly along
any more;
I need to know
what's living for.
Will there
come a day,
when God answers
the words I say?
I can't pretend
anymore,
wondering
what's all this really for.
I stand at the rivers edge
gazing, to the other side,
with longing in my eyes,
and tears, that I can barely hide...
Well done, Smoky. An enjoyable poem. I like it. Let me tell you, God is there and he really does care. All you have to do is ask and then in His glory bask.
No longer one can believe in lies. Eyes carry wonderful vision and truth. We wonder to find love and we find too. Paradise is there in love. An interesting poem is very beautifully penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hey, Smoky! I relate to your reflection and introspection in this poem. What comes to mind for me is the sheep and goats parable in Matthew 25. There’s a forgetting of ourselves in helping—if not downright joy—and the hope/promise we’ll hear, Well done. May we be led to life and in it experience the peace that confounds understanding. -Glen