Paradise

       
       It seems You have moved me to the Garden of Earthly Delights!
          After years in the valley You've lifted me to the heights!

         All food is Your Banquet; all pleasure is Your Joy.
         You've come out in the open and stopped being coy.

         After years of denial, You're now telling me "More!"
         I feel like shouting "Too much!" and falling in a faint on the floor.

         Beloved, Abundance is Your middle name.
         I'm throwing away all the books I thought explained Your Game.

         Hitting me on the head with Truth, now it's beauty and pleasure!
         Killing me, almost, with work, now it's enjoyment and leisure.

         Max would gladly take as Forever this moment a-buzz.
         But his life with You shows every "now" becomes a "was."

 

     

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