Eve, Why?
We now die.
Why did you listen?
Tears streaming glisten.
The Face Of GOD turned.
The ground scorched and burned.
Eve. Why?
See GOD cry?
“My God, my GOD;
Why do you forsake me?”
Eve why;
Why did you listen to God’s enemy?
I know.
I would have listened to him too.
Our Humanity nailed GOD to that Tree.
Why did we forsake him?
I must ask me!
Author: Jana Horton
I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand.
I never did.
I write on it to this day.
I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand.
The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.
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