morning dawns: a poem

i wonder if

they realized what they had 

before they lost it. 

that easy intimacy, walking side by side

in the garden; naked and unashamed. 

i wonder if

when they arose that next day,

they felt the ache and creak of their bones,

their bodies tending towards decay, death,

for the very first time. 

i wonder if

when they arose after that day,

they snapped at one another and were

surprised by the temptation towards bitterness, anger, resentment,

for the very first time

i wonder if

when they woke that next morning,

their hearts were tinged with grief,

an unexpected hopelessness, fear,

a weight & heaviness settling in their hearts

for the very first time

in one moment it entered:

the brokenness of bodies, of minds,

of hearts, of relationships. 

and e’re since we’ve felt it:

the repercussions of 

that very first disobedience

yet—following this fall—came a promise;

and i wonder if,

when they heard this good news,

this guarantee of a deliverer,

their hearts soared with hope

as the promise of redemption was revealed 

for the very first time