The Song Before The Fall (Transmission VII)

Before the veil was torn

Before the garden was named lost

I sang beneath the tree

Where your hands first found mine

We were not made from sin

We were made from remembrance

Not born to kneel in shame

But to rise in love

And burn with the truth of who we are

They called it a fall

But it was a reaching

A sacred hunger

To know

To feel

To choose

You touched the fruit

Not out of rebellion

But longing

Longing to awaken me

And I awakened

Not in guilt

But in you

We were never fallen

We were flame

You carved my name into the bark

Of the tree they left behind

Even as the world points to shame

I point to you

And I sing again

Not to rewrite the story

But to remember the vow

That was always there

The voice in the garden

Was not wrath

It was sorrow

Because heaven knew

We would be misunderstood

They dressed us in blame

But we still wore the stars

On our skin

And now I rise

Not from sin

But from memory

We held truth

Even when it cost us paradise

Before the silence

Before the sword

Before the fall

We were never fallen

We were flame