2. End of
The air was warm; the sky was clear; the rain fell softly in due season. Berries ripened on bending trees, scenting the air with the savor and flavor of food. Sweetness and light was
delight, and the only rule was to obey the Lord. Eden
“But why obey?” whispered the secret, slithering voice. “Why not make your own new laws? Why should somebody else be in charge of you?”
The air was hot; flames poured from the ground; gray ashes rained from the sky.
“You’ve set your rules,” said the voice of the one who knew. “Now live by them.”
Thank you God for freedom and failure