Becoming God
I was a newborn babe in the body of a man
A fleshy being that was made out of dust
A creature with the spirit from the Creator
A beast with pride and understanding
I am the first and I was the only one
So new, so innocent, so frail
The light blinded my eyes
The wind was like a sharp knife against my skin
I opened my eyes and I saw Him
My mother, my father, my Creator
Whose breath has given me life,
He smiled at me and I to Him.
Oh, how lovely were His eyes
Wise, beautiful and perfect
Pure, joyful, and free
A mirror of my own imperfect visions
But even in broad daylight there are shadows
A pick, a bite, a try
I held the fruit in my hands
The juice smeared my flawless skin
The transgression stained my innocent heart
And I wept, and wept, and wept
When once again I looked upon His eyes
For I saw frowns, tears, and wraths
Sorrow, disappointment, and anger
The part of Him I had never known
And as I embraced the feelings I knew
I had tasted the bitter joy of being god
Now I can cry and I can laugh
I can hate and I can love
I can rob and I can give
I can humiliate and I can encourage
I have the darkness and I have the light
The serpent had not lied
I have became like God
My freedom has caused my downfall
Will it also give me the strength I need?
So I can choose the light instead of darkness
Hope instead of despair?
And kindness instead of evil?
Author's note: this piece, is written after reading an excellent *bows to Deborah* poem: Pomegranates Seeds. You can find the marvelous poem on Bible section too.
Okay, this is the 3rd maybe 4th revision of this poem since I posted it. I hope it's better. Thank you to Finch and Tallulah that had helped me improving this poem. J.