Thoughts on the Expulsion:
After Louise Gluck's Matins
"Exit by this gate" the Angel said
Like an airport terminal
We walked through and a door
and it closed.
We never did go back in
Although many times we looked
and looked for it.
It was beyond our perceptions,
out of our reach.
We were home sick – the first people
Ever
To be homesick.
But no – we tried to make the
Best of it – Adam farmed and
I farmed - I gave
birth to
The boys and what a time I had
With those two.
Always squabbling.
An egg for breakfast
Milk from the goat
Bread from the field wheat
God provides – but its not like it
Was once.
God’s hand always extended
Now we have to work for approval
We are not our own bosses
Anymore.
It's hard work – it is still
give us a lift on your bike
it’s back to work time.
Nice chatting –
Later!
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