Found this poem at The Guardian lately and was completely blown away by its biblical imagery/references and the symbolism of it.

An ill wind, misprint or flaw,
a fault in the workings, trouble on a face,

like the boy’s autistic stare as he stood,
that hurt wonder breaking his logic –

back, he begged. Put it back, and showed
how easily the break might join –

a snapped toy, the greenery foiled,
an apple fallen in the way of things.

And I, turning, saw a garden of windfalls –
root and branch, graft and stock,

from too far back to know the cause –
smashed on the grass, sweetening the soil.

So that, at a loss for all the world,
for damage done at the heart of it,

the knot, the quirk, reverse and fall,
I reached for what I could not mend:

that small hand, not mine, in my own,
and sang, for the rhyme’s sake, ‘We all fall down.’

-Angela Leighton

Yes! We do fall down – all of us, the entire human race and each individual, ever since Adam, our forefather and representative, fell. He fell like an apple from a tree when Eve plucked the apple(note the double layers of imagery in this poem), and we’ve been broken ever since then, unfixable except by God’s grace. Even non-Christian poets like Angela Leighton sense and know that there’s something wrong with the world; she captures the blind, unspoken hurt that is hovering all around and in us, the fact that we’re imperfect, made for something we can’t quite fathom but sense nonetheless – the belittlement of the human race. Why do these things happen? Why is our history a history of apples(i.e. human beings) fallen, “smashed on the grass”? Why are children born autistic? Leighton provides no answer, but she does ask the question, the all-important question – why is the world broken?