A disclaimer: I am dealing with quite mature, explicit, and sexual themes in what follows.
In the beginning…
And even when the stars were assembled,
Even when the fundamental forces were gathered,
even when the light burst out from the darkness…
Only the angels were present to watch.
Up came man from the dust.
Complete and lonely in the garden.
Where there was One,
and then where there was two…
Came a third of that same flesh.
The two were naked and unashamed in the garden.
The two were together in the garden.
God walked with them in the cool of the evening.
Did they recreate that oneness in the garden?
Did Adam’s hand fall to the place where his rib had been?
Was there an emptiness inside that was only quelled…
when the two became one flesh, again, in the garden?
Did they chase after this after the Fall?
We all chase after this after the Fall.
We glimpse what we had in the filth.
We glimpse what we had in this path to destruction.
We chase after the oneness.
We forget the flaming sword.
There is a path we can walk down.
There is a way to retrace that oneness.
It is a gift.
It can look
so much like
the ways that lead us astray.