The gods put lions

On the sierra that slopes down to the sea

To prevent the early humans there

From ever finding the ocean.

The gods had given the humans

A lot of work to do,

And didn’t want them ever to see

The beauty of the beach,

Or ponder the sagacity of the great waters,

The timelessness of time, or

The hopelessness of grandeur.

But one lone soul went wandering 

Beyond the borderline,

Innocent as a child and

Unafraid of lions,

And when this soul reached the shore

Where the sea washed up,

This soul became the very first infidel

According to the gods.

But in truth this soul

Had become the very first true believer.

-jenn