In Bible study a couple of weeks ago, Sarah gave us this poem.
Autobiography of Eve
by Ansel Elkins
Wearing nothing but snakeskin boots,
I blazed a footpath,
the first radical road out of that old kingdom
toward a new unknown.
When I came to those great flaming gates of burning gold,
I stood alone in terror at the threshold
between Paradise and Earth.
There I heard a mysterious echo:
My own voice singing to me from across the forbidden side.
I shook awake –
At once alive in a blaze of green fire.
Let it be known:
I did not fall from grace.
I leapt to freedom.
I was taking a poetry class, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind, so I wrote a continuation.
Autobiography of Eve (cont.)
By Abbie Watters
Down green leafy hills, across hot sandy stretches I ran,
alive in my new-found freedom,
alone and not alone,
hand-in-hand with Adam.
We explored and learned
and fought and cried
and loved and laughed and sighed.
My children were precious gifts.
Bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh.
They fought for more things and more power,
with lust and pride.
With each of my babies’ battles,
my heart shattered like a mirror
each piece reflecting a horror in my own soul.
Down the unnumbered years of time I fled,
in my tattered, snakeskin boots,
watching as children were born
and fought and loved and died.
Across the uncharted spaces,
hand-in-hand with Adam,
I reached a garden with an empty tomb.
I saw again the flaming gates of gold –
The threshold between Paradise and Earth.
I leapt back into the grace of God.