chapter 4 Perfection Poisoned
Mutiny, and consequences.
But watch! a seed of malice
defiles, distorts, brings damage:
a poison penetrating,
polluting, permeating; –
a sorry tale unfolding,
a mutiny exploding,
destroying work of skill,
replacing good with ill,
and shattering the whole.
For some of his close serving angels rebel –
the spirits created for ‘heaven’ not ‘hell’ –
their Creator’s authority now they attempt
to usurp, scorn his rule, to his love show contempt.
Formed with possibility
that they could turn to jealousy,
scorn their Source-Creator – see
some so foolish – tragedy –
misled notion they’d be free,
and could steal the loyalty
of the steward-subjects: hatred,
evil blackness, sadness – putrid.
Cast from his presence, held under rein
(evil can never near him remain).
The rebels of darkness, the spirits gone bad
determined to hinder, make everyone sad,
to draw to rebellion those stewards, those friends
so like their King-owner of caring commands,
who enjoys their companionship, – he’s always kind
and loving. – They’re tricked, and bewildered, and blind.
Evil spirit, through snake-creature,
speaks, to subtly undermine
trust in words of truthful Sovereign –
certainty of love’s design
in direction, limitations
set by him. – The implications
are extensive of defiance, –
see the folly of reliance
on a lying tempter’s claim:
then they try to hide, in shame.
These ones in the image of him, the Creator,
his creative powers’ pinnacle, had a sure, happy future.
But drawn to unhappy greed and rebellion,
believing the lies that were introduced to them;
so, like the sunk-spirits, they questioned True wisdom,
defying command, harboured lust for renown,
losing their life, they were all alone.
These spirits who against him turned,
what did they try to do?
The way of happiness they’d spurned,
– they now tricked others too.
(See their scheming, snake-like, with fangs, deceiving,
harming, hurting, with sweet and sugary sting.)
Their prince implied, the Good One is
not what he claims to be;
the Maker’s friends accepted this:
fell too, – to misery.
They thought that they would find a way
to be more happy still,
and so they thought to disobey
the Great and mighty Will.
So those created to be friends
had turned to enmity.
How sad! – but see he condescends
their Rescuer to be!
The wonderful place he had made,
all-supreme in perfection,
was spoiled by this entrance of sin,
with consequent backlash remaining, – their King
said sadnesses, troubles were now to begin:
perfection of blessings he took from the place
– its beauty was then somewhat marred, and they taste
a bitter component amongst all the good,
and know they’re not living as well as they should …