Our stage's dawn is the vaulted sky, <br />Two souls, a sin for the rest of time. <br />One the farmer with sickle in hand, <br />His brother but a shepherd of the land. <br /> <br />He holds his sickle within his heart, <br />Second sin, widening the rift that parts, <br />Humanity frozen from God's holy light, <br />Freedom freed from fate, a foregone fight. <br /> <br />These two shall be called Abel and Cain, <br />A father's blood, eternally estranged, <br />One scorns the land with wicked scowl, <br />The other defends the beastly howl. <br /> <br />"Cain, why does the night's cruel length, <br />Impede the sound of the shepherd's strength? <br />Why does Life walk upon the dreams, <br />Of the silent souls who refuse to sing? " <br /> <br />"Young Abel, like our father o'erhead, <br />Grace is undone by way of death, <br />Murder and justice eternally intertwined, <br />Alas - God's deeds are to justice, blind." <br /> <br />For Eden fell to human desire, <br />A mindless moth into a civil fire, <br />Punishment due by the course of fate, <br />Or does common sin alone create? <br /> <br />"Brother, for heaven I have sacrificed, <br /> My own evil secured by human vice." <br />"No brother, grief is the garrote of time, <br />Strangling swiftly, innocence kept in line." <br /> <br />Is the infant mewling on mother's breast, <br />As wicked as the murderer possessed, <br />Both hold Eve within wounded soul, <br />A column crumbling from time untold. <br /> <br />Take for instance the man with visions, <br />Born straight from Hell - by Holy fission, <br />Is separated still from God's holy light, <br />A dim star whirling amidst the night. <br /> <br />Does his punishment by human hand, <br />Give light to the lost in the storm of man, <br />Or must it be God's wrathful breeze, <br />That judges proper, Paradise appeased. <br /> <br />Whichever direction our souls are along, <br />Though the restless fog or the silent dawn, <br />Indeed, we all must make best attempt. <br />To return to Eden - cleansed of sin. <br /> <br />"Lest the future discover our tragic sorrow, <br />So brother, let us look onto tomorrow, <br />Might the betrayal of our distant past, <br />In salvation, give sin reason at last."\n\nM.H. Fowler<br /><br />https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reconciliation-45/
