GUARD OF EDEN.

The things we need are not far away,
But they’re just not near enough,
And the road is blocked by obstacles
That are keeping them from us.
So feelings of contempt are used,
But laterally applied,
Instead of being in their face
Or creeping up behind,
And though sideways never has achieved
The goal of any venture
We’re hoping the defenders have
The austerest dementia.

But recognition still remains
Of what is utmost needed,
So all the barriers there are
Will not stop us proceeding:
For times are grave and dangerous,
And desperate acts required,
And if this means we forge ahead
Then we’ll be so inspired.
And if we run into the face
Of someone’s ancient bar
Then coins will have to compensate
For keeping it ajar.

And through the gate and into glade,
And every corner facing,
Until the hunt has recognized
The quarry it’s been chasing.
And when caught at last the glory,
Before the day is sealed,
We’ll home again forever
Where our meadows will be healed;
For we shall have our wanted,
Some worth to be defended,
Not overly indulgent,
But more than God intended.