The Fall

Low among the branches
Came a twisting word
Was the warning really
Everything they heard

Fruit looked bright and ready
Doubt felt almost kind
Then a bite, and after
Nothing felt the same

Hiding in the trees
Hearing someone call
Shame was on our shoulders
We tried to blame it all
On a twist of words
On each other's hands
Then the gate was closed
And we walked into the land
Still clothed
Still alive

Thorns came up with labor
Bread was slow and sore
Words between the two of them
Blamed the other more
Sorrow kept beside them
Step for step, and more
Nothing took them backward
Through the garden door

Covered, walking, breathing
No way back inside
What they carried with them
Was the choice, and the night

Still clothed
Still alive
Past the gate
Still alive