Journey Back to Eden

A gentle, refreshing breeze sweeps over the land
As the band of pilgrims continue their journey
With satchels in hand and their sandals on sand
To a known destination on a well-known course
By force of hope, faith and wide scope of desire
Without tiring after hiring themselves
Out to the world for the very last time;
Though the journey has sometimes been murky
And their vision blurry they continue steadfast
Step by step, day by day, never to stay in place,
With slow but determined pace and hard faces
Facing toward an ancient place known as Eden,
Resting only to eat their bread instead of meat
And to drink fine, blood-red wine as they dine
As these are sufficient to make them proficient
In their ongoing pilgrimage . . . onward to Eden

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