A serpent in me
curls around the innocent tree
lures my Eve and Adam
who know
what is good for food
and a delight to the eyes
to defy death
and You
as if I can do it alone.
Over and over he lies,
they consent,
and I bend away from You
toward myself.
Always I wrestle
like a sinewy snake
with the difference
between toward You
and toward myself,
coiled around each other
as they are.
I do not banish the serpent
but learn to live with him
and them
and you
and myself.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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