God made us in his image.
Perfection never was his plan;
So he gave Adam ambition
As he breathed, into the man.
From a rib he fashioned me.
And with his life giving breath;
He bestowed a thirst for knowledge
That would surely lead to death.
Then he placed us in the garden
With the tree, the fruit, the snake;
Forbade us to consume
The knowledge there to take.
God; who could have made us perfect
Could have left temptation out.
Do you think it a mistake?
Is there really any doubt?
You say that I was cursed
But how could I resist the tree?
God breathed in such compulsion
And we had eternity.
Adam did not renounce me
Of this there’s no dispute
For his need was just as heady
So we tasted of the fruit.
Forever I was branded.
But God breathed, and longing fanned
Did you ever think that falling;
Might have been just what he planned?
So before you blame your loss
On my weakness and a snake
Just remember that God Breathed
And he knew that I’d partake.
Patricia Gibson-Williams
September 21, 2004
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