Questions endlessly come on endless days filled with endless toil in tilling hard earth,
My wandering mind wondering what it is we wanted so very much for such waste,
But, then, did we know better before embarking on the voyage of greater knowledge?
Could we have discerned the difference twixt good and evil with lack of discernment?
And yet you blamed us … you blamed me for destruction, death and damnation of all!
And do you expect me to forgive, when God is incapable of passing by one infraction?
Ah, but this is the consequence, that we should be ever cut off from your communion.
And this because I was fooled into folly, and my foolish husbandman, lighting the fire
That can never be quenched, with screams of humanity that can never be silenced!
And this because I plucked a pear and took a bite? Why not simply strike me down?
Why an ongoing, tedious torture of humanity in this life and damnation in the next?
Ah, but you no longer speak with me, answer, and no longer address me as daughter;
Though I cry to you as the only Father I’ve every known, but you’ve turned your back,
For lack of love, haven’t you? Now there’s only blood, sweat and tears in tilling earth…
And my endless questions…