"Coring the Apple"
Instead of the thorn,
Hast thou found honey?
I would like to ask Eve someday
What she saw in the apple.
Before she chose
The fire-stung glory of mortality,
Did she pause for even the space of a breath,
Tremble at the bruise of pain, the sharpness of the briar?
Perhaps she sensed the hope nestled star-like
In the core of the fruit,
And so risked all she was for the quickening—
The promise of the seed dreaming deep in the loam.
I would like to ask Eve someday
What she saw in me. â–
* The first two lines are taken from Isaiah 55:13 and Proverbs 25:16
Photo courtesy Sarah E. Page. Illustration courtesy Davey Morrison Dillard.
Very nice. It makes you think. Thank-you for sharing.
Beautiful! You have so aptly put into words what I have felt for years. Thank you!!
You have nailed it on the head. I would love to talk to Eve. Thanks for the wonderful insight!