RMC

The serpent is shallow,
not wise but maybe knows
which way the wind blows,
or maybe what controls your soul.

Perplexed, we traverse forests
made of embers fresh from fire.
We know not the day,
but the Lord knows the hour.

The power above would come as a dove.

A serpent though no sense of humor,
brings bounties of terror
leads with sin in, becomes a tumor.

We are but made from dust,
then hell found a way in to dwell.
Don’t deny your companion;
whose doom it did spell.

Shrewd is not wise;
the serpent is no servant
of anyone except itself;
but did humanity deserve it?

Eden they say is but myth
but on the Word of God pray.
While wind blows fire of desire
of men and women’s ire these days.

Wicked is the flesh,
tied down we are to earth.
The earth dies daily;
its frailty of balance shows its worth.

A remedy might sound good
when in those we trust they reveal intoxicating trances they steal
all sense you have for zeal.

Awake your companion,
as Eve for Adam did the same.
As both they did battle addled,
to watch what they knew turn insane.

Let your companion in,
no secret from them keep,
so that all parts of you are whole,
so when they part, you don’t weep.

The serpent is shallow,
he seeks to corrupt our lost heart
we all possess now address
one another’s sins to let forgiveness start.

You will never be whole
without peace for the soul.
Let your will compel the sole
of your feet let your caution patrol.

Divine light offers redemption’s toll,
seeking forgiveness, making whole
the fractured hearts that sin distorts, restoring love in sacred courts.