Jesus died for everyone’s sins,
But everyone died for Adam’s sins.
Eve endeavored to forestall this
By giving birth to the perfectly innocent child,
But she could not keep him from corruption.
We cannot escape
Even one simple mistake
Like the butterfly whose wings cause a hurricane
Chaos is born all around us.
Yet, I still wish to say that I am sorry:
It’s the only power I possess.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
Michael S Marsters 
This poem is very touching, Michael. But there is hope. When Jesus died to pay for the sins of the entire world, His death and resurrection opened up the offer of forgiveness to anyone that would believe. The immutable law of the Old Testament is powerless to condemn us, because the entire penalty was paid by Christ. Grace is now available to all who will accept it by faith in Christ Jesus. We live in a world stained by sin; yes, we do; but there is hope. Blessings to you, Michael.
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I’m sorry too–that seems to be the only power I possess (most of the time)–chaos. (I hated admitting that). Hehe…not really.
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At least two people have forgiven you, however only one really counts. Smiles..
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Michael, this take on creation was good. And your observation that expressing sorrow is the only real power we possess is actually quite on the money. You know I’m a UCC pastor’s wife; you know I follow the words of Jesus, but I don’t take the Bible at face value, ever. It’s an historical document filled with many outdated concepts. (Just ask Oscar Wilde.) Anyway, I figured you would enjoy my irreverent take on the same, Amy.
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/creation-from-a-womans-p-o-v/
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Thank you, Amy 🙂
I do find some biblical stories to be good metaphors…and they have very strong narrative frameworks, so they intrigue me mostly as a writer…
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