In Full Humanity

They were naked and were not ashamed, pristine, unknowing of the world— unknowing of themselves, the undertow to draw them down, beneath their surface paradise. For that is what it was, a crust to hide the deep, the mystery, the richness of a feast set forth in royal David's city, hidden still beneath the tree, the man and woman unaware, the linden in the garden apart from innocence. A woman and a man, a crust of ignorance, a tree... there was a sensitivity to good and evil waiting for a fall. There was a hunger for the festive board, an overlooking of the cost, a restless urging ...and a stable rest. There was a Galilee— an infant god, they say, who would not have them call him good. Was there a tree, for his undoing? The wood of faithless fruit? The wood that touched his blood... would it be death that sired a *****sapiens? No, it was life that taught them. It was the tree from which was plucked the consciousness of good, the love which is reality, the gracious gift of knowing we may be all that awareness will allow in full humanity. ~