Sin Is Not Thinking
If Eve had only thought about the text
Surrounding her and meditated on
The clear instructions given her, the hexed
Catastrophe would not have gone
To her destruction. All around her grew
The scent of beauty. She saw all the hints
Perfection gave her everywhere, the blue
Of heaven and the petals’ fragrant tints,
But, no, she left consideration of
The overwhelming evidence to taste
Against advice from overwhelming love.
She could have reckoned, but opted for waste.
Eve could have thought. “This world I have is good.
I’ll stick with what I have, ignoring “should.”
Sin Is Feeling Instead of Thinking
But Adam? He was even worse at thought.
He’d had the consummate supernal joy
Beside him and around him. He was caught
In Eden and been given every toy
His soul and body could conceive. He had
The mastery of woman, earth, and of
Himself. Seductive whims of more were bad.
To him, though, he was asked to give up love
Inside the lovely creature holding out the fruit.
He knew that she was doomed to die because
Of thoughtlessness. He mustn’t lose her chute,
That slimy ripeness he had known. God’s laws
Became as nothing when he had to choose.
There was only one thing he dare not lose.*
* “I have the cunt, so I make the rules.”