Our Harrowing Resurrection, Not His

When God permitted us to fall
He never knew we’d fall so far
Nor that, after falling so far,

We would begin to float, like mice,
Like little children in their dreams,
Like kittens tossed down, meant to drown,

And then, like ghosts, resurfacing,
On the black waters, still swimming
In the moonlight, headed for shore.

He must have despaired and wondered,
Now how will I dispose of them,
Now that they’ve been to the bottom,
Touched the lightless, and haven’t drowned?