Good and evil shared the shade.
Come – the center of the garden.
Not for hunger, not for sale
See – their art produced rebellion.
Pits discarded you too laid,
Come to root in your dominion.
Grains and briars intermix;
Sight robbed easy by temptation.
Cherished art would save its seed,
Come for spring the resurrection,
Let no shame rape its intent
And spit out disconnection.
Conceive with Me in tents of Light,
Come - the other tree is Life.
Birth art, My love, by Holy sight,
- know the Author of creation.
lisa bouchard morgan