Haiku for blaming
We
call it the Fall;
this ancient tale that explains
why things aren’t perfect.
When God created
all was good, harmonious;
why did things go wrong?
You may eat, says God
of any in the garden,
save that tree, yonder.
The tree of knowledge
of good and evil; that fruit
will cause you to die.
The crafty serpent,
(Where did he come from?) is made
the villain. Boo, hiss!
No, you will not die,
the serpent spoke. But rather
you’ll be wise, like God.
The man and woman
freely partake of the fruit;
the woman is blamed.
The man and woman,
their nakedness revealed, stitched
loincloths from fig leaves.
Their innocence lost,
the garden becomes a place
of deceit and blame.
Our own earth garden
is wracked by violence, deceit
and blame. Save us, God!
© Ken Rookes 2023
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