New Adam

The departure from that house of illumination we call a center of education was marked by an expression of dejection upon my brow. The light radiating from the torch of wisdom had blinded me to those things unseen, once perceived with eternal eyes. My faith, the foundation of my identity, had been shaken to the core and cracked into perceived disrepair by a tempestuous theory. Those words fell straight from the serpent’s tongue and pierced my breast with bitter pain. For I had taken a bite from the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil, and now, having fallen from grace, the angels wept bitterly above me.

The saline tears stung mercilessly as they erupted from behind my eyes and clouded my vision. The icy wind lashed against my tear-stained cheeks as I trudged in the direction I believed was home. My feet, in accordance with the enormous weight upon my chest, labored to take each step across that frosty, concrete path. My heart resonated with the gloom and shadow born of the sun eclipsed by clouds. A never-ending row of dying oak trees loomed above my head. They snatched and slashed at me with gnarled, leafless branches to increase my torment and sorrow.

Though signs I could not see, I was certain this was the path that lead the faithless to eternal damnation. The sun had ceased to shine upon me, seemingly never to kiss my cheek again. I had accepted my hopeless fate as I came upon my red front door. There, amid a raging storm, stood a new Adam.