Lost

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creation, Fall, God, Lost, Lucifer, Original Poetry, Paradise Lost, Selfishness, smugness, transfiguration

Wordle 129 – The Sunday Whirl – October 6, 2013

Lost

How clever, you thought, to build your nest
where seraphim would never rest.
You saw your chance and took it!
Others wisely blinked, forsook it.

And in God’s hand the basket
with the gift you thought would mask it –
that sweet ripe lure of paradise,
forbidden fruit to make one wise.

From the place you’d made among the stars
you saw the flesh-disfiguring scars
and felt indifference to it all
until you sensed the endless fall.

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Enough. . .