What was the sound of
The Lord’s footfall
Upon entering Eden after
Adam and Eve hid
Deep in the tresses of shame and
Shrubbery?
Did its reverberation sever limbs of cedar,
Cracking—thunderous—amongst the still
And watchful eyes of the mute cricket
Or mourning dove?
What was the sound of the Lord’s
Footfall upon entering Eden
After the crunch of chewed
and gulped sin?
Did His heavy step scale the height of mountains
Or pound them down
to barren trails?
What was the sound of the Lord’s footfall
Upon entering
Eden after?
Was His gait
Water
Stroking the gentle cheeks of clover,
A shepherd’s calloused feet, running
To attend to His sheep
Ensnared in piercing brambles?
The Lord, I think, did not prowl in anger
Upon entering Eden after
(though he could have).
The Lord’s foot fell on stones
Steady and sure
To meet wool tangled in gnarled
Roots
And uplifted one single branch
In love
To Let light in.