Of wonders yet untold

Of wonders yet untold
There are days
Of long sense
I have known

When dreams
Lay not dormant
But real

Thy light was full
With colors beyond
Description

Then darkness came
Not from this place
But from those
Who would desire
This joy all
Their own

To steal it away
And make much
Of it

But it did
Throw them
Into fits of rage

The wonder
Now a horror
To behold

For had they
Not the strength
To it endure

For this wonder
Was pure
From a place
They did long
Abhor

And so to darkness
More did they descend
Until the day and night
Seemed as one

But hope was not gone
It had only been hidden
From view by the fog
Of their follies
And fears

Yet while still
In the pit
Within the cage
Of their zealous
Rage

Hope did find
One of its own kind
But truly pure

For it knew the scorn
And the despair
Yet still it bore
The pain

All to gain
That which the youth
Could not itself obtain

For hope did always remain
While still in sin
Didst plunge it deep
Within

Till to the core
Of all depravity
Ripped from the source

The horrors of hell
And took them all
That man may find
The joy of which
His wrongs had so
Longed

Yet this joy was real
Twas beyond any
That one could
Himself obtain

So in humble
Submission
Cried he out
For forgiveness

And love did steal him away
And of the darkness and despair
Up to the heavens where hope
Had always been

That once more
God may live
Among men
And call them
Kin

-Joshua Lee Foist