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Sunken in the crook of a tree, yawn'n yonder. She lingered for a minute more before she
turned asunder, caught-up in a live wire, coiled cunning of a cursed thing, apple treed.
Adam turned to Eve and said "Temptation kisses with teeth."
then: the Fall. Sullied by what they saw.
Stuck it in a book of belief, lead to wonder if a soul could be saved and then return to
the Sender. I was young I was old I was stone I was tender
stumbling blind to my Father's resolve, but those scales would fall.
Like a bird to the sky, my mind's swooping and diving.
Doubting then buying every-other-reason's-ryhming. Still take in stride, step to His divine timing,
Take it in stride, His divine timing.
Like an usher in the land of the free, bigger spender
push a cart down the aisle, dodging calls from the lender.
Is "more" something tangible, or am I under the spell
of greeds bottomless well? vessels dropped down a hole,
raised but never filled.
Driving is taxing. Morning's better spent on
the train with a goal and a heart and a pen. Watching cities stand up at,
attention, cementing their cause, skirting time's rusty jaws.
A whole people moves, lost in the valley today.
Weaving through traffic, I mumble my prayers in a city of sirens and vanity fairs.
Each building a tyrant, construction site heirs to a throne
that eats its young just to grow
Like a bird to the sky, my mind's swooping and diving,
and faithful or doubtful, that I'll walk a straight line
and either way take in stride what is His divine timing.
It's His time in the end.