Ben Gieske - Glimpses

We each come new from a different Eden.
Wasn’t there love in that womb
Even before we were meant to be?
Didn’t we as children enjoy the freedom?

When then were we expelled?
Or did we gradually quit it
For that world yet unseen
Where we found our iniquity?

What shall we call our beginning?
Our becoming flesh in the womb?
Our delivery from a tomb?
Our knowing evil from good like God?

The sun rises.
The moon eclipses.
After and before
We see only glimpses.

Ben Gieske

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