The Fall

I used to write a lot of poetry. I think I'll make it my goal on Sundays to revisit an old poem I wrote or write a new one. Unless, of course, I feel called to write something else. I wrote many poems going through some familiar Bible stories and it has inspired me to read my Bible and write more.

The Fall

One scheming mind in a perfect place
Among the holy, one dark face
In a garden below of perfect peace
Two relish in the sight of their lease
All the fruit of the garden is luscious and sweet
But of two trees they cannot eat

One scheming mind in a perfect place
Among the holy, one dark face
He slithers slowly into the tree
With one bite you will know all, all will you see
Passing on the fruit so sweet
The snake triumphed in his defeat

One scheming mind in a perfect place
Among the holy, one dark face
Some truth to the lie of knowing all
Death and pain were known in the fall
Feelings of envy, hatred and malice
No longer pure but cold and callous

One scheming mind in a perfect place
Among the holy, one dark face