I wrote this a while ago when I was feeling conflicted about making covenants while too young to fully understand them. Both the poem and my feelings are still a work in progress, so we can talk about either.
“the serpent”
you have the power to choose,
he hisses,
wrapping around my discontent with
soothing deception.
he flaunts the power of the gift,
the very gift he sought to crush.
relentless, he presents
option
upon grinding option,
knowing all the while that I
surrendered my gift
years ago
upon the altar.
you were so young,
you didn’t know—
words from the forked tongue,
and yet he bruised Eve’s heel
despite her innocence.
confusion, excuse,
all fall away,
hollow,
as I come to see
the only choice I truly have:
which bondage to embrace
bending my neck, I press ahead,
thankful for the blindness that
enabled me to choose the chains
that bind me safe to Him
who holds the power
to crush
the serpent’s
head.
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