Red Sea

Was I born on the silver shore with apple in hand,
Or was I born apple eaten, suddenly, and on parched sand?
Was I predestined by a God who can't change his mind,
Or was I a mere specimen of nature, unnoticed,
Until I called upon the name of the Lord?
We are the symphony of lost bones,
Waiting for a whiff of wind.
The odds do not favor us.
God could not look upon us without grief.
Broken gods, disabled statues of his own beloved,
How awry is the world that it has to be sewn shut.
I loved the cross because it gave light to the four winds,
I loved the empty tomb because it emptied wickedness,
And gave goodness room to roam wild again.
I recalled something I never had, but have now,
And existence has been reinstated.
The sea of love became a sea of lust,
But no longer.
Blue skies are overtaking red seas.