Sonnet

He has done all things well.
He makes the deaf hear and the dumb speak.
Ephphata, Be Opened, on this thought dwell.
And spare a thought our will so weak.

Our garden is beautiful.
But somewhere is the apple tree.
We cannot resist the pull.
We pick and our eyes open but we are no longer free.

If only we would accept.
And trust.
But nearby a snake crept.
And we fell into dust.

But the antidote to the apple is there.
We just have to listen and hear.

Haiku

There is the apple
We cannot resist the pull
To be no longer free