A Call To The Heaven

In Eden’s spring, the first sweet life began,

Fair beauty flourish, and sadness knew no name;

The Lord adorned the newborn soul of man,

With murmuring rivers and flowers set aflame.

The vine did creep and mellowed sunlight played,

While breezes sang along the singing stream,

And lambs reposed beneath the myrtle shade

Of perpetual peace and love’s immortal dream.

But then man, forgetful of that hallow’d place,

The seas now mourn, the air no longer pure,

With pride and deceit defaced the Maker’s grace;

Imagine, the heart’s deceit no angel may endure.

Through dawn’s fresh promise  His voice is near,

“Awake, and return, My eden  bloometh here.”

-----Affaq Still I am young