Fig Leaf
With false intent, they should have cried.
First attempt at mendacity.
A fig leaf to cover their hide,
told half-truths with audacity.
Did they make mistakes as they sewed?
Were they thinking up excuses,
just like Peter ‘fore the cock crowed?
All sin would lead to Christ’s bruises.
Adam and Eve, Martha and Steve -
all of mankind, we miss the mark.
Poor naked souls, a crafty weave -
alone as Eden waxes dark.
In order to save them from doubt,
clothed them with wool of lamb - his best.
For when God made his rounds, called out,
they were ashamed, hardly dressed.
4/13/2022
This or That, Vol 11
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Rhymezone
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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