Restoration

Bright light will reveal what is hidden
The Darkness won’t always prevail
Lost crowns cast aside to the midden
Will gleam and once more be worn well

The Remnant is singing a new song
The Body remembers the Way
The People embattled – once more strong –
Are driving out giants today

The sleepy will soon now awaken
To old things reborn and made new
Restored will be that which was taken
A Kingdom reclaimed from a coup

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An enduring idea within humankind is the notion of a lost paradise. 

That golden past might be subtle, or even somewhat recent. ”The Good Old Days” usually just refers to the time of the speaker’s childhood. Beyond that though, there is a collective sense of something better hidden within the deep past of our species. We can no longer see it, or much of the evidence that it was here, but something in the collective human unconscious tells us it existed and that we should look for it. The Abrahamic religions all look back to an Edenic paradise. Other people look back at Camelot, Atlantis, Sumer, the Ancient Egyptians, or some other time when “the gods” may have walked among us.

Can the echo of a memory be grabbed, made to reveal its secrets, and restored, or will it always elude us like smoke through our fingers?