I'm warning everyone right now, this may seem a little blasmphemous. I am 'Christian' and I'm not a devil worshipper. Ocassionally, I just enjoy playing devil's advocatr. I decided to right this after seeing a documentary on Christianity and titled it as the reverse to Milton's marvelous Paradise Lost
Paradise Recalled
Epoch I: The Fall
Beautiful. that's what He was to me. He is and shall always be that way. I long for the day that my eyes will once more witness that of His luminous, glorious form -- a light that will forever make that of His Son's an unperceivable mar that agitates the corner of my vision.
I was His favorite... once. Lavished with stark white wings and crowned with stars. Millenias ago, I came into existance, swift and achingly-- in a way that a pulsar emits its light with desperation. burnt into my own brilliant memory is His face; a wondrous invitation into this life. I awaited his voice and touch. Lucifer is the name He gave to me. Lucifer, the light bearer, and took me to his side to be far closer to Him than any throne or dominion, chreub or seraphim. I know not time, but those rapturous days seemed so short lived compared to the forced eternity away from Him -- my Lord, my creator, my Alpha and my Omega. I wonder what went awry? What blesphemy could I have uttered to be so utterly deserted by He who once cherished me so steadily? Ah I remember...
From the filth and refuse rose, animated with His own precious breath, came mankind. For the purpose of creating them, beforehand was made the Earth. I would have never in my wildest imaginations ever deemed that for this weak measly race, He would separate the Light and Darkness, Chaos from Order, Land from Sea. On the Seventh day, the sun rose intensifying the green of the Land, glittering in the troughs and crests of the Sea. Even His creation of man and animals seemed but a trifle to me; but all that ended when He requested the impossible of me...
To serve those retched creatures so far below me! My kneww has only bent to the will of my Lord, and no one else, the idea was inconceivable. To ask such a thing was worse than any death. What had taken hold of His mind? Was it the strain of creation? Or, perhaps the work of those filthy creatures below? My mind raced and my heart ached, knowing full well that for the first time, I could not obey the will of Him who I so deeply loved. I revolted, not against Him, but in the hopes that He would see the anguished grief I fought inside... the feeling of utter rejection and betrayel by the One who would never deceive my mind or heart....
In a blur, I was cast down into purgatory. Out of His vision, and His mind. Denied redemption and forgiveness, banned from my magnificent home and from His side where I rightfully belonged. Yet, never once had I blamed Him, instead, I blamed and loathed wretched mankind. With those who had rebelled with me, for what grievances I know not, I planned my next onslaught not on my breathren of Heaven, but on the destitue of Earth With our council hall, Pandemonium, I voiced my intents. From the paradise of Heaven whence I was cast, I would in turn cast the creatures of Earth from their paradise of Eden. Perhaps in seeing their lack of will and obedience, He would once more embrace me and understand why I was so loathe to do His bidding.
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© Caroline Alicia Harris