The Photograph Not Taken

The serpent whispered secrets in her ear, Enticing Eve to eat forbidden fruit. The tree was rank and rotten to the root, When Adam thought their maker wouldn’t hear. As Moses rent the waves with wooden crook, His master breathed his blessing from above. But did our high, benevolent Father’s love, Shine down on feeble man when Sodom shook? Was Christ his son forsaken on the cross Only to drive the boulder from his tomb? Did this act save mankind from sinful doom, Or from our necks still hangs the albatross? Believe it so, these writings are the truth. “Bollocks! Where’s the photographic proof?”