Eons advance and pass away
Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die.
Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky,
Adam pointing at the twinkling specs~ named the brilliant ballet
So, following mankind up the mountain,
And ascending a rocky path~ we embarked.
My feet followed his upward, to where the sky arched.
His staff pointed at the heavens; it filled me~ as a refreshing fountain
An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought
Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest
Confidently I abided and affirmed his every request
Even wore his belief’s~ I did just as he taught.
One day, dared I asked Adam, the man of science
How is Eve today?
And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only to pray.
“Deceased, she is,” he answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance.
Man of Science, I spoke so boldly
At the mountain top; we stand
The stars, you named, and held, in your hand,
However, love you murdered, so coldly.
This day, I choose the divine mother
Her love, that first found me
Therein the warmth of a welcoming spirit~ illuminates she.
And, today, I accept non-other.
So, progressing and moving towards her;
Over, the cliffs of doubts and hopes
Rapidly grabbing for her hem, I aim.
Because after considering Adam’s pain
There in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor
I choose faith, that which, I cannot see.
©2014 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved.
