Gravity
The apple, unlike Adam, had no choice but to fall
Speeding to fulfil its creator’s call.
But what force drew him down to us?
He, with a starlit infinity to explore,
He, who could peer into a neutron ’s core,
He, who had spoken a thousand-million times
And known the sulphuric spit of our self-vaunting crimes,
He, who we called murderer, liar, thief
And left for dead with enlightened relief.
What force drew him down from above
To reap the grim harvest of rebel pride,
Hammered with nails of truth denied?
What force drew him down from above?
What force but this: the gravity of love.
Speeding to fulfil its creator’s call.
But what force drew him down to us?
He, with a starlit infinity to explore,
He, who could peer into a neutron ’s core,
He, who had spoken a thousand-million times
And known the sulphuric spit of our self-vaunting crimes,
He, who we called murderer, liar, thief
And left for dead with enlightened relief.
What force drew him down from above
To reap the grim harvest of rebel pride,
Hammered with nails of truth denied?
What force drew him down from above?
What force but this: the gravity of love.
©Mark Greene
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