Restoration Poem by mark anthony st. rose

In our religious inheritance
And moral upbringings,
We tailor the cloak of judgments;
And we find spots in the spotless,
And paint sorrows on grounds of happiness,
Like Eve’s apostasy from the pristine.
Knowledge of good and evil becomes our poison,
Tainting
and slowly killing us.
How shall we escape this prison?
Abandon our religious dress?
And stay naked upon precarious shores?
Where threats exist as much as comforts?
But Lo, through the gates of surrender salvation lies,
Clothe with beauty of the Sublime,
Where truth exist all salient and silent and pure
Ceasing all verdicts and judgments,
Ceasing all war and condemnations,
forming inexorably the real united nations.




All rights reserved.