Reborn In The House Of Joy (For All My Fellow Poets & Artists) Poem by DM W

O enter the sumptuous house of joy;
You who are weighed down by pain & sorrow.
You who've looked too deeply into the eyes
Of the world, O prepare to be reborn!
A cornucopia of sweet, flowery
Delights awaits you; as in the great days
Of the golden age. Bitterness will dissolve.
For the darkness will pass away from you.
It will seem like a fleeting shadow play.
Your hearts & souls won't be frozen by fear.
Here the soft flame of youth still burns brightly.
Here the wine & laughter flow like water.
Here you'll healed by the warm light of friendship.
Here there are no masks, but pure presences.
Here you'll be one with the gods and angels.
Here your singular gifts will be welcomed.
Your art & poetry will always glow.
Here you will experience miracles.
You'll not be heavy burdened, but given wings.
Where there was once only wilderness, there'll
Be verdant gardens of permanent spring.
Here you'll find yourself & your true purpose.