They did not know
They did not know
Right from wrong
When they first reached
For the proffered fruit,
But they blinked with its
Strange taste and
Knew it then.
As consciousness startled
Their now troubled eyes,
And placed their nakedness
In that particular garden,
Their silent dream broke
Into mirrored shards,
And the wonder of self
Buckled their knees.
By James R. Wade, a member of First Baptist Church, Arlington, Texas
