When we're young, arrogant lambs
with heart and wool
the world lusts after
we preen and swagger
all the way to hell
(called 'the
fortunate fall'
by a poet)
changing radically -
willingly -
we crawl from the fire,
rise toward the light
(called by the same poet
'Paradise Regained')
Those who stay home
ask, 'why look for trouble?'
and 'who needs to be a hero?'
as though they have little to discover
but you reach
into hell and heaven
for secrets of the journey,
show Him planting His apple seed
that holds the fruit
of divine Knowing
in our Garden
then creating us,
His chosen seekers and finders
of Knowledge.