Wednesday 1 April 2009

Lord of Morning


“I will not bow to sons of dirt,”
said Lucifer, angelic wings
held high and wide, his feelings hurt
by such requests. “My father sings
their praises yet was I not made
a son of fire and fairer still
than all the creatures in the glade
of Eden? Yet for good or ill
my Father urges angels all
to bow before this creature, Man,
but still expects us not to fall?
Let Adam bear it if he can.”

5 comments:

aims said...

'sons of dirt' -

love it!

aims said...

btw - everyone is talking spring except for anyone who lives in Alberta I think.....

Rachel Green said...

Thanks Aims.
Sorry about the snow!

Unknown said...

*sighs* Very good points, all. Made me sad.

Rachel Green said...

The Fall is sad