Adam and Eve embraced in God’s eternal moment.
Then somehow their serpentine selves
whispered into the uncritical, unaccustomed
ears of each, duplicity and desire
and the garden they left for the wilds –
their preference being a sad facsimile of autonomy
over their fresh-faced obedience to the unfolding,
indiscriminate revelations of their Creator.
The garden remains for us today to discover,
the eternal moment ever accessible, apparently;
invited to roam the verdant grounds of submission
within its whitened, sharp-pointed pales.
O child of God, the garden long abandoned
draws you irresistibly down the path toward home.
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