The Soul's Sorrow

He was granted a wish to grow once again,
 A boon in the form of a disguised bane.
A rebirth it seemed, resplendent in its kind.
 A will to God his soul did sign.
A stroll on Earth with frantic mortals
 It sought for refuge within the portals.

It touched the buds that bloomed to flowers,
 Gamboled the parks and met the lovers.
Swam the ponds and blew the kisses
 To beautiful women at evening masses.
Time got frittered with drain of hours
 Gambling at the docks beneath the towers.

Then one day his peace went void!
 Laden with grief, his joys were destroyed.
A walk back to Heaven with beggary at heart
 Sacrilegious in feeling, his sanctity marred.

God was resting with arms at fold.
 In His majestic throne adorned with gold.
The soul did plead for its former state
 Little did it know of being caught in the bait.
God did wake and shrewdly smiled,
 Cleared His throat and mournfully sighed.
With zest He spoke, a frown on His brow,
 "Sorry little friend, its too late for now."