You Can Name It My Darling!

There is a tapestry covering one wall

And it really is a picture

Play on words if you like

The scene that is depicted

Is one of woe and misery

That only the wretched know

Seldom ever seen by others

In the league of their own

Choosing the players

Interwoven in this tale

Speak to you in whispers

Without words or any sound

But hear them you do

And you see them

As they truly are

This picture paints

A thousand words

That's not very many

There's more to be heard

Within the lines

And see if you care to look

This tapestry speaks volumes

With a fleeting glimpse

Of how life used to be

It really is a wonderful world

How progression 

Was invidiously envisioned 

So very long ago

On the other wall

Is an open window

Reaching out to the morning

Greeting the rising sun

A view that is breathtakingly beautiful

Maybe God knows something

After all this time

He created this paradise

A garden of Eden

Where spiritual growth

Outweighs the truth

If you really want to know

But don't believe what I say

The facts remain to be seen

Is God just a made-up dream

That someone once had

That took on a life of its own

Without any chance

Or change any doubts

That you ever had

In the past

By now they should have been forgotten.