Poem 7 - Model Poem

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.