Pain Sonnet 3: The Cost of Love
“What if” is a perpetual human question. I wrote this sonnet thinking of the what-if of free will. If God had so made us that we could not choose to sin, we’d be in Eden still. What value freedom must have, that it comes at such a cost. O felix culpa!
I slept, and in my dream I woke in Eden,
Back to ancient freedom; yet I knew
That we’d abused (and sadly lost) that golden
Grace-filled home. If we could start anew,
Could we choose to never choose again?
For when God made us as He did, perhaps
He might have set aside our will, that when
We heard the serpent’s words we would not lapse,
And would not, then or ever, choose to sin.
Undone, the wars and killing fields; unmade,
The daily cuts of careless hate, and in
Each heart the ceaseless churn of anger stayed.
But he who chose to bear the sin of all
Has shown that Love was worth the foreknown Fall.