Thursday, 2 February 2012

Poetry - Eve

The second before Eve was born

Adam was equal to her in every way

He was bright, beautiful, perfect

And as playful as she was

Eve was strong in the womb of God

Resilient, trustworthy, without blame

The life giving mother

Was birthed in a strange land

With strange creatures and sounds all around

She knew God

Who was this Adam?

Man to her woman

No one else around

And what did they know of love?

Adam venerated her

Before, it was only God

Now God had given him his match

A gift that holds the mystery of life

He has just a pocket of seed

One minute and 32 seconds before Eve was born

God held his breath with these last thoughts:

Will Adam worship and love me as he always has?

Will he turn from me to favour Eve?

He has named all the animals, will he name her too?

Will he possess and subjugate her?

Will this work?

God was vexed

He shook his head, sighed and shrugged

“Perhaps I should have made Eve first

She is in my image

Wait, I did

What changed my mind…”

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