A Sonnet on the Fall {gen3}

Photo © Unsplash/Johann Siemens

Photo © Unsplash/Johann Siemens

As soon as eyes were opened, there was shame,
And fig's-leaf clothing could not quell the fear.
In bushes, hiding, fear gave way to blame
That promised to unravel all things dear.

To lose our paradise would be our gain,
Since sin destroys if it is left unchecked.
But we could not perceive the gift in pain:
God drove us out in order to protect,

While promising we'd one day see that Tree
Within a heav'nly garden where we'd thrive.
And this, his brilliant plan to make us free:
Another firstborn Adam would arrive

To fight the snake—to love, to bleed, to cry,
So we could be reclaimed and never die.


Sonnet: A poem consisting of 14 lines with a particular rhyming scheme.