The Final VirtueA Poem by Emily RoseSomething from my Adam and Eve phase...When God created (His reflection made of clay) He showered him with virtues, but took brutal strength away. Man’s mind was blessed with wisdom (meant for his tranquility) and also humble reason for adaptability. The God employed a conscience to guard man against wrong and wove his voice with harmony to fill heaven with song. His heart fostered ideals of love: joy, gentleness and peace, to glow upon his patient face until his breath should cease. God’s echo born of heaven (although sculpted from the earth) received another present which would sour his sweet birth: a soul, a choice an unchecked love graced man’s completed mold, but wakened complex mysteries that sin alone could hold. From his first breath, his world was doomed to hold a lethal taint: false angels’ wry deception weakens humans’ frail restraint. Man’s fatal curiosity predicted extending the great chasm none but God could choose to cross. But, death for death, God’s amnesty erased the darkened stains to leave one final virtue: in all failure, hope remains. © 2008 Emily Rose |
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2008 AuthorEmily RoseMansfield, PAAboutHey everyone! I'm back for the summer, so hopefully I'll be able to get back into my normal reviewing habits! I'm going to try to return reviews to people who review my work, and you can always se.. more..Writing
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