REVERIE POEM 2

Sometimes you feel like life is failing you or at least, you are failing yourself. I looked to something bigger than myself and sometimes that helps.

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“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

Where is Paradise?

She was perfection itself

Frail, fragile, but strong of heart

She brought Paradise.

But every time she showed

War ensued

The time came

And away she flew

Where is Paradise?

She found it in a life so small

She found it in a life between four walls

And yet the planes came

And the bombs did fall.

Where is Paradise?

Is Paradise hidden in a pen?

Is Paradise too small for men?

Is Paradise inside the ken?

She never knew,

But she brought Paradise.

Throughout the ages she valiantly picked up the

Sword

Throughout the ages she was slew

Throughout the ages she brought all she knew

But where was Paradise?

She never knew.

“The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.” Marcel Proust

I think we find our Paradises in our lives and it involves other people. It is interconnection and purpose and deeper meaning played out in our actions. People talk about moments of clarity and bliss - Paradise is like that but a sustained feeling. It is a place, but we are told you are led there by bringing it about individually and collectively. Have you found a Paradise?