Transcendance


Where-with did you come,

From garden paradise?

I knew thee as one of old,

But now as a babe, you come walking.

For long hath since the world turned away,

From God’s great work ascending.

To me, you came and in thy youth,

Your trials never-ending.

-M.E. InkOwl


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