common inheritancedoor Christoph Meersman

Soet 2017

Once a place called the Garden of Eden

Abundance for all without deceiving

Where all Hes creatures could breed in, seed in

succeed in being not knowing meaning

When the thirst of knowing stretched her hand

Reaching, feasting, defying Hes command

Filled with knowledge not made to understand

Capturing animals, working the land

Being His equal, trying to expand

turned His garden into a pile of sand

Now I am just a simple little grain

atop this pile of emptiness and pain

I can't move the mountain, I can't change all

But i can choose my direction to fall

Smile, a single action, a single grain

Bouncing into others, filling the chain

Pouring life into this cold desserts' vein

Untill we overcome our ego's reign