Yah created you
With flawless, shameless, beauty
Mother of mankind.
Designed in His perfect form,
Filled with His life-giving breath.
Tending Yah’s garden
Ruling alongside your love
Busy yet happy.
You received His instruction,
And all His blessings were yours.
When the serpent spoke
You doubted your creator
Enticed by a lie.
A promise of false knowledge,
The allure of bitter fruit.
Your punishment,
Painful labor and unchecked longing
Yah’s grace,
A seed that would arise to crush the serpent’s head