Utopia | Reinhardt Van Der Westhuizen

There is a place where man and spirit dwell,
An abode fit for a king in all his glory
Where servant and master fuse into one.

There is no pain, no suffering, no evil
Doomed is even the thought of evil.
No negative may dwell in the mind
For it has been crushed with you in sight.

Where oh where may this utopia be?
It is in plain sight, reserved for you and me.
OH, you might say: to wretched are my ways.
But remember crushed with you in sight, in this plight, He has succeeded to offer what, not might, but is the greatest gift of all
A gift already given, just waiting to be received.

Again you say: where oh where may this utopia be?

It is received from the man who was hung, died and rose again for you on a tree.

So there is the gift in its true depth,
This utopia I speak of comes in at second best.

Poet's note: this poem is written for man as a "throwing down of a gauntlet" to discover the Utopia that is in plain sight. But then only to realize that the utopia comes in at second best! There is a sense of sincerity and urgency in revealing what the true gift is. The message behind this poem, literally means the world to me, there is nothing more important than this! Hope and love is what drives this poem.