'Eve's lament reclaimed'
Standing before her
my heart catches a breath
a moment pauses eternity
infinite is baptized,
Eve's lament reclaimed,
"Why?"
is not followed
by b.s. aphorisms
There are are no answers
There are no mysteries
There are no esoteric gems.
We weep with her,
hoping for morning glory,
the stone's rolled away
next is followed by
the eighth day.
We stroll past The Garden,
an intuitive grin
rests upon our faces.,
"Let 'em keep that Tree,"
we're glad not to do this again --
today.