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Ruth Mekonnen Poem
UTOPIA
Land of endless time
Dreams of infinite range
Sweet, succulent, fine
A city without age
UTOPIA
Shinning in expansive glory
A lighthouse for weary souls,
Rid of war’s flashing gory,
A home without Holes.
UTOPI
An Eden in splendor
This Heaven on earth
Void of division of gender,
Class, race; brimming with mirth.
UTOP
A delicate bubble of perfection
God’s greatest intention
Popped by the hand of his creation
Guarded, leaving man without direction.
UTO
This is the story of the beginning
The account of the conVict’s Fall
For we slipped on soap in our sinning,
Our stride reduced to a crawl.
UT
Out of the Soap-maker’s hand
Comes the perfect Man.
A rEflection of that once-wondrous perfection
Now glorified in majestic Resurrection.
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Bringing Heaven into hearts
And saving the spirit of the lonely voyager,
Calling all man, from every part,
Every bubble-bursting forager:
Now, Come to Me, the Savior;
I redeem you from your failure.
Come to Me, the Prince of Peace;
Be free from hellish wandering.
UTOPIA->HEAVEN
Copyright © Ruth Mekonnen | Year Posted 2017
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