Recently I have started to write poems, but I have attempted to craft poems that reflect the biblical narrative. For the most part they have been overwhelmingly sonnets, my favorite form, and an indirect homage to the great Doctor Donne.
Anyway, here are two that belong to the beginning, as it were. I haven't written one yet on Genesis 1-2: the goodness of pre-Fall creation seems to be much harder to articulate than the Fall and everything that has followed... I suspect there is a lesson about myself buried in there.
Please do not share these without my permission.
The crafty snake, the shrewdest one
Of all the animals God had made
Did question Eve and it was done
She ate what God forbade.
One longing glance shared by Eve,
One quickly eaten bite;
One lie was told and did deceive
As Adam and Eve gained sight--
But not of God but rather shame
As sin ruined the gift. In doubt
they hid, Adam tried to blame
Eve, and God forced them out.
They took the bait, they fell for the lie
And now in Adam all men must die.
To “become like God” was the first sin
Committed by Adam and by Eve.
The ground was cursed with all the of men
And God forced them to leave.
the Three watched the two depart
the Three but really One--
The Son said he will do his part
And sorrow filled the Three-in-One.
“In another garden, in another place
I’ll crush the serpent’s head.
I’ll be a gift of your grace
I’ll bring life to the dead.
I’ll be the Adam he should have been
I’ll be the hope for the race of men.”