Sonnet

Death was not God’s doing.
He takes no pleasure in extinction of the living.
Are we then the victim of Adam’s fruit picking.
But for him would our life here just keep going.

But what would immortality serve.
It would only work in a world unfalled.
So we exist in extinction’s curve.
Dreading death, fearing being called.

Does lingering life ever serve happiness.
In long years of frailty do we grow.
Love life, accept death’s witness.
Like wheat, die so you can sow.

If only we could accept this leap.
We would not, in trembling, weep.

Haiku

Our extinction
Is that God’s plan for us all
Just after the fall