After the Fall

Snakes are so scary.

And Eve is to blame.

All women in childbirth

Will always have pain.

 

So cursed is the ground.

The soil from which we came.

We end as an ash heap.

That’s all that remains.

 

Yet, Augustine & Anselm,

They misread the Scripture.

And wrought guilt and shame

To their brothers and sisters.

 

What finally broke through

After 1600 years:

We are born out of blessing

Not meant for the biers.

 

The image of the Divine

In each and everyone

Indeed, we are now

God’s daughters and sons.

 

Then what about evil

The hurts we inflict.

When ousted from Eden

What God did predict:

 

It is part of human nature.

It is good gone awry:

The twin within each of us,

Dr. Jekyll, Mister Hyde.

 

The good Wolf, the bad Wolf

As the shamans explain:

Which will we feed?

Which will we name?

 

Just maybe there is good

In the holy dark unknown.

The mystics will lead us

And finally, we’ll be home.

 

Kenn Storck / December 2022