A mirror breaks — the silence torn,
By stealthy snake through garden born.
Its tongue of lies, so smooth, so sleek,
A cut too deep for souls too weak.
The green of life, a newborn world,
A baby’s cry, a leaf unfurled.
But shadows crept with ruthless grace,
An adversary hid its face.
Trouble bloomed where trust once stood,
An echo lost in Eden’s wood.
Yet God, not blind to grief or fall,
He heard the cry, He felt it all.
Through pain and ash, He shaped the flame,
And whispered low His holy name.
What broke in glass, He made complete—
With pierced hands and nail-worn feet.
Triumph rose where hope had died,
Victory, where tears once cried.
For though the snake in silence came,
The Son of Man outshone its shame.
About the Creator
Daniella
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