Once upon a time, in a land nearby,
there was joy, plenty, protection, and love.
Upon a day, a thought occurred, who can
I be and to whom should I bow?
Then perchance a sweet voice welcomed
me in, convinced me trust, try, and see;
This that you have is not all there's
to be.
I watched as her hand upward reached it
should go, and touched, then grasped, a wonder to know.
It tantalized and bewitched, called
upon heart, mind and soul.
Come smell, sniff, and taste, from the
beauteous orbs of tree.
Its delicacy whispers and calls out to
thee.
A glow, a sweet hum from mind arose,
the challenge, conscience piqued, how would He know?
One drop, sweet anticipation, juice
trickling languorously down,
Eyes catch, twinkle passes, haunting
insistence pulses through me.
Moment passes, breath taken, taste and
see.
First bite, forbidden, forsaken,
command not heard, heeded, or hearkened.
Silence lengthens, inhale taken, hand
raises temptation below.
Hush extends as fruit is full raised,
to taunt, to take, to snatch away
That which seemed not, was had when we
prayed.
A moment of error, bad judgment, I
pause, surely nothing, just one slight mistake,
Reaping such ends, shattering, rending,
tearing to shreds.
Grief rises, fear batters, spirit
searches for moment's reprieve.
Shame shadows, guilt girds, life
swiftly leaves.
