East Of Eden Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

Was it God who ejected us into the blackness of the night
to rest alone in the dark on a tiny lost ball of dust?

Was it God who first lit the Sun to bring us light
and then later a final gift that let us find Love and Trust?

For everyday, we trust, we trust the Sun will rise
and some among cling to faith that a God loves them

And was it God who decided to gift us the ability to sin
to take our free will and choose anger and pain?

And when I chose anger and pain, and wandering alone
carrying the awful mark of Cain, lost somewhere east of Eden

Would I ever regain the love I knew once and the joy and yes
would I find again the trust in that Love, and win certainty?

What alchemist could mark on ancient scrolls the formulas of
faith and trust and love? Could he but then make magic?

As we stumble, our feet bleeding with cuts from the broken shards of trust
Can we but believe that Love can heal these awful wounds?

Can we choose to accept Love? Can we choose to cast out pain?
Can we choose to heal our wounds? Or are these choices a myth?

And wandering alone, are we here to find one another
and see the wonder and hope of sunrise and lead each other home?

The sun will always rise, and we will love again, somewhere East of Eden.