The Fall (a poem)

I watched a leaf float to the ground,

It came to rest without a sound,

Once ruby red now wretched brown,

Life fades to death with fleeting breath – the fall.

The sight recalled another tree,

That shaded hatred’s subtlety,

Where Adam cursed both you and me,

Life fades to death with fleeting breath – the fall.

Disfigured man, a tree, a hill,

Cried to God, the earth stood still,

Sons of Adam come and kneel,

Life fades to death with fleeting breath – the fall.

A final tree bears healing leaves,

That never fade in autumn’s breeze,

Though red they are, tis blood you see,

Death fades to life by faith in Christ – the end.

 

 

 

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Saved by grace. Husband to Tanya. Father to Bella, Gabe, Ben, and Asher. J.A. White lives in Janesville, Wisconsin where he serves as the Senior Pastor of River Hills Community Church. He loves coffee and sometimes he blogs.

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