Apples and Gravity

Apples and Gravity

When I was a child I heard a story of an apple that changed the world.
Just one bite and then you knew,
You had fallen short of the Glory of God.
I got a little older and learned of another infamous apple.
A bonk on the careless head, knowledge is perceived,
Man feels he may be catching up to God.
In recent years we have an even newer apple.
One click with it and we think we know everything.
So who needs God, some say?
What else is hanging in those branches?
We blindly grope below that Forbidden Tree,
Banished from Eden, Pelted by the petals,
Of the Fruit that might as well be Pandora’s Box.
Frozen eternally in that moment falling,
In a swirl of Fig leaves and shreds of salvaged hope,
Praying the last thing from that box is worth it.
A shimmering thread was offered,
A Son sent to bridge that vast gulf.
A net so fine we can be forgiven anything,
As long as we trust the rebound and the Spirit.
No, I don’t have facts in my arsenal.
I cannot carbon date the exact point,
When God made Gravity,
Or thought up the dinosaurs.
I believe in the creation of the universe.
Big Bang, or Let There Be Light,
It’s a huge change bringing all from nothing,
No matter how you describe the past.
Why wouldn’t the wisest Creator build in rules?
A few simple safety measures to preserve,
The creation he took the trouble to make?
No matter what we build,
We cannot lift ourselves higher.
We have light from suns and stars and fire,
Our cleverness helped us catch lightning in a bottle.
How are we using these great gifts?
This reason we were offered with,
A path angels have no ability to tread,
Do we choose and create wildly?
Once a child was born,
Long ago and far away
In a land now fraught with war.
Who came to tell us to love.
His life was hard and short,
Filled with all the pain of humanity.
He was there with us as we fell short of glory,
How great the aspirations of our hearts.
How petty our jealousies and meanness.
He never came with hatred,
But with arms open wide.
Eyes brimming not with condemnation,
But pure love and understanding.
Before we drew breath and knew what sin was,
And was here to forgive us.
No matter how many apples fall,
He will shelter us with his love,
And draw us nearer,
Ever closer,
Jesus died,
For every one of us.
So we could let all those apples go.