We each come new from a different Eden. <br />Wasn’t there love in that womb <br />Even before we were meant to be? <br />Didn’t we as children enjoy the freedom? <br /> <br />When then were we expelled? <br />Or did we gradually quit it <br />For that world yet unseen <br />Where we found our iniquity? <br /> <br />What shall we call our beginning? <br />Our becoming flesh in the womb? <br />Our delivery from a tomb? <br />Our knowing evil from good like God? <br /> <br />The sun rises. <br />The moon eclipses. <br />After and before <br />We see only glimpses.<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glimpses/
