a blog by howard jameson @ gatheringgrace.org

Fallen

Fruit, forbidden - taken on a whim
Against the wisdom of He who had created them.
Loss of virgin innocence, never to be regained
Life curtailed, torn, brutalised, never far from pain.
Each one now effected; infected and accomplice
Needing someone other, His purpose to accomplish.

Poetry Big Brother

I found writing an acrostic "poem" at the Gathering the other week quite stimulating. So while I was away and was thinking about stuff I found myself meditating on the idea of being salt in the world, and the acrostic approach was helpful in making me think using different phrases...