Poetic prayer for a return to normalcy

Slumped I sit
Washed with sin
How can I
Get back in
To the land
Where people speak
By the rippling
Babbling creek
Did I answer
God’s Own call
Way before
That fateful Fall
When the leaves
Were turning red
Round the corner
Winter’s dead
Help me plan
Help me heal
Life is heavy
Do not seal
Me into
This tomb I find
Soul enclosed
My fettered mind