M.H. Fowler - Reconciliation

Our stage's dawn is the vaulted sky,
Two souls, a sin for the rest of time.
One the farmer with sickle in hand,
His brother but a shepherd of the land.

He holds his sickle within his heart,
Second sin, widening the rift that parts,
Humanity frozen from God's holy light,
Freedom freed from fate, a foregone fight.

These two shall be called Abel and Cain,
A father's blood, eternally estranged,
One scorns the land with wicked scowl,
The other defends the beastly howl.

"Cain, why does the night's cruel length,
Impede the sound of the shepherd's strength?
Why does Life walk upon the dreams,
Of the silent souls who refuse to sing? "

"Young Abel, like our father o'erhead,
Grace is undone by way of death,
Murder and justice eternally intertwined,
Alas - God's deeds are to justice, blind."

For Eden fell to human desire,
A mindless moth into a civil fire,
Punishment due by the course of fate,
Or does common sin alone create?

"Brother, for heaven I have sacrificed,
My own evil secured by human vice."
"No brother, grief is the garrote of time,
Strangling swiftly, innocence kept in line."

Is the infant mewling on mother's breast,
As wicked as the murderer possessed,
Both hold Eve within wounded soul,
A column crumbling from time untold.

Take for instance the man with visions,
Born straight from Hell - by Holy fission,
Is separated still from God's holy light,
A dim star whirling amidst the night.

Does his punishment by human hand,
Give light to the lost in the storm of man,
Or must it be God's wrathful breeze,
That judges proper, Paradise appeased.

Whichever direction our souls are along,
Though the restless fog or the silent dawn,
Indeed, we all must make best attempt.
To return to Eden - cleansed of sin.

"Lest the future discover our tragic sorrow,
So brother, let us look onto tomorrow,
Might the betrayal of our distant past,
In salvation, give sin reason at last."\n\nM.H. Fowler

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