Original Poem
Model Poem
The Fall
Take my hand and hold it tight!
And in parting into night,
Thus together in flight-
You are not wrong to be afraid
That this action, a crusade;
Yet if God is forgiving
In spite¸ he will give us wing
In his mercy, and his grace
Is our prayer that he shall brace?
All he’s given, but to stall
‘Tis our calling, ‘tis our fall
I stand before the dread
Of the despair up ahead
And I hold within my heart
Grains of a fresh start-
How few! Yet how they heal
Through the wounds, emotions yield
While I pray- while I feel
O God! This is where it leads
Them sins, that pain, this greed
O God! I now know how
One move then, causes pain now?
Is all this thinking to stall
But now I’m ready, time to fall
Title: The Fall
Type: Model poem
Inspiration: The first line came to me very easily, and so after that I found that I could go far with the subject. This poem came to me very easily and without much thinking, the words just flowed out.
