Numinous to Newton

The waters roar
and pipe the divine hymn
(every verse I know by heart)
and my mind begins luring
into the past.

I no longer stand the same
that figure of faith
no longer remains.
I once pranced in circles
on this monotonous path
which encloses Your power
in Your garden of creation.

Paths that led away
from your cradle
I was afraid to take.

I have bitten the apple
which gravity pulled
from this tree, and I'm now
ken to the prosperities
of those paths.
I find that my stride
has come to a halt
and I now hesitate
Between knowledge and faith.