It doesn’t seem like much now—this life-deprived and wilted thing standing still in the loneliest place on earth.
Oh, why did we ever want it?
Is it because we were afraid to miss out on something special—some strange, elusive secret that we couldn’t help but know?
Were we so entranced with longing for the one thing withheld that we sneered at all we’d been given?
Was it not enough to be sheltered in our innocence, clinging to Another in absolute trust?
And, what of Love? Surely, Love was worth more than an untasted fruit.
For all the knowledge we’ve gained, we still seem to have more questions than answers. Why?
Evil haunts our hearts, as our minds crowd with false piety.
We could’ve had Everything, but we had to know everything.
Oh, that we could take it back—just take it back and run into His arms!
Like joyful children, that we could play unbridled in the kingdom of Purity!
It doesn’t seem like much now—this life-deprived and wilted thing standing still in the loneliest place on earth.
So, tell me—why do we still reach for its hollow branches?
Angela Love 