Aug 21, 2020
lightning
it hit at noondayÂ
set her soul on fireÂ
set her mind to turningÂ
god made eve againÂ
once she fed the devil to manÂ
now she feeds man to the devilÂ
apples are sweetestÂ
when crafted in thunderÂ
the rain bounces off skinÂ
all by designÂ
ants build anthillsÂ
until one looks to the lightningÂ
and questionsÂ
and searchesÂ
watches her home flood and fallÂ
watches her people drown and sufferÂ
she moves thenÂ
not to build another anthillÂ
but to capture the waterÂ
self-truth washes us from sinÂ
until we are cleaner than we have ever beenÂ
for there was never sinÂ
only a serpent and a woman and a manÂ
and an apple made of lightningÂ
made of truthÂ
she breaks from the floodsÂ
and breathesÂ
-s.s.
