"Eve" is the first of a trilogy
about the wives (of Adam,
Cain and Seth,) who were
the initial women refered
to in the book of Genesis.
Morning and evening bordered that first day
of awareness, the fact of being, what to think,
the other peering too, as unsure of his way
as I was, till the Voice from the dusk had us drink,
eat the fruit of a tree, gave us speech and a mind
remembering what was said. Even more, all I see
stays with me to enjoy, as at first, what I find
well-pleasing. He spoke of creation, we were free
with two restrictions, and all the fruit ours to eat,
Eden overflowing. A pair of special trees
we were not to indulge, our knowlege incomplete,
although seeming to be free to do as we please.
It was He who taught us to touch and procreate,
to enjoy waiting for discourses He'd relate.
Some portals once opened will never close again,
innocence a fragrance no one can rebottle.
Frankincense uncontained like a cliched refrain,
tomorrow, forgotten, though today, full-throttle.
To the west lies Eden, wander east to find Cain,
killer on his forehead, rejection in his heart,
hunter clan, a self-willed mighty man born to pain.
Obedience negates the need to see that part
the future has in store before we make the step
questioning minds insist naivete undertake.
"Hindsight, a bitter pill's prescription had I kept
one eye on, perfection's Eden we'd not forsake
for knowing anything, beyond that loving hand
extended to those first made for His promised land."
Women of the Word
Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/baron/women/women_main.htm
[This message has been edited by H. Arlequin (edited 09-23-1999).]