Ashes of the Fall
A brief poem
Spinning, turning into madness; Falling, crashing into darkness;
We don’t know where we belong. We don’t want to sing this song. We just want to find a place called home.
Can you hear it? Sound of thunder; Creation groans; we grasp and wonder.
What is it that happened here? Darkened hearts now ruled by fear; Harmony, beauty now twisted, jaded, and smeared.
Tragedy of tragedies; Greatest of all maladies;
Our fullness now an empty thing; Stars, once bright, now flickering; We walked with God, now the distance stings.
God, He spoke it, “One thing. Listen.” Enter serpent; a brief deception;
The woman saw the fruit, she ate; The man of Eden did partake; Ashes of the fall left in their wake.
