In the Lost Gardens: A Poem for Easter Sunday

Adveniat  regnum  tuum

IN  THE  LOST  GARDENS

One day, my love, under a kinder sun,
We’ll meet again and savour a new scene:
No sorrows there, and all our labours done,
And swallows gliding through the blue serene.

There in our palace by a lapis sea
We’ll drink a toast with red wine red as blood
To eternal youth and immortality,
For out of evil sprang the primal good.

The Good, the Beautiful, the Always New,
These are the names of the flowers that grow
In the lost gardens where all dreams come true.
All this, my love long gone, one day you’ll know.

Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website, Darkmoon.me, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

3 thoughts to “In the Lost Gardens: A Poem for Easter Sunday”

  1. Hi Lasha,
    here the italian translation:

    NEI GIARDINI PERDUTI: UNA POESIA PER LA DOMENICA DI PASQUA

    Un giorno, amore mio, sotto un più tenero sole
    Ancor ci incontreremo e davanti a noi una visione nuova:
    Laggiù nessun dolore e più nessuna fatica,
    Scivolano le rondini nel blu sereno.
    Laggiù nel nostro palazzo vicino al mar pastello
    Un calice alzeremo con vino rosso come il sangue
    All’eterna gioventù ed immortalità,
    Perché dal male sgorghi il bene originale.
    Il Bene, la Bellezza, il Sempre Nuovo,
    Questi sono i nomi dei fiori che crescono
    Nei giardini perduti dove tutti i sogni diventano realtà.
    Tutto questo, amore mio da tempo andato, un giorno lo saprai.

    Hope you may appreciate it.
    I wish you, your family and all readers and supporters a Happy Easter
    Gian Franco

  2. A Poem for Palm Sunday, April 21, 2019 (Eastern), Easter, April 21, 2019 (Western)

    DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND

    Dedication

    From the ALL of us
    the One in Many
    To the each of us
    the Many in ONE

    Through ages, during times forgotten and historical,
    Master Teachers declared we begin life here with portals,
    connections to the Divine:
    Two portals for the taking in, one portal for the giving out,
    all three, among all others, required!
    Consider how blessed is the GOD-sent soul so beset with such gifts!

    For earth-bound souls here, though, each gift comes with theft.
    Each friend matches to an enemy. Every high causes a low.
    RECALL! Hate opposes not Love. Love thine enemies!!
    Perfect Love casts out fear permitted residence in heart.
    “Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil.”
    [The D’evil lurks between lines of lies wrote well intended.
    “Hear no truth, speak no truth, see no truth.”]
    Within the circumference of a twenty-four hour clock
    come clarion calls:
    Heed not false prophets, the time is not yet nigh.

    The LORD whispers in ears, those with ears do hear!
    The LORD appears faintly to the eyes, those with eyes do see!
    The LORD cometh again on an ass!
    Sing out praises of grateful thanks!
    If we be as dumb as now we are blind and deaf,
    Then stone cold rocks will cry out, in truth,
    “Make straight the way of the LORD!”

    acd, 20 April 2019

    May we all make it!

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