Two

They say Innocence is blessed and ignorance often bliss

But what pleasures and passions do lovers then miss

Who do not tempt fate and wonder into the wouds

With what ifs, and what fors and why nots and coulds

What joyous secrets are shared with the few

And everyone blames Eve, but Adam ate two

The wild passion of bodies and minds at play

Too divine for the garden to be allowed to stay

Starstruck lovers who would plow their own ground

Find water, beasts and shelter safe and sound

Build walls to protect them, and make weapons true

Only to fight with one another and make two of two

Had they but stayed in the fine whence they came

Followed the law, lived yet more of the same

Had happiness still heaped from fatherly hand

And lived in garden no not from the land

There’d never be the story you and me

Our joys, our finds, the divine mystery

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A friend pointed out this song which is in someways similar to my poem. I see it dealing more with having a dead faith, then awakening it only to find oneself to become part of the machine distanced from faith and God.