When Eve knew Adam
She bore him a son
They produced a man
In a world undone
The boys were alive
As seen with the eyes
But as we read Genesis
We realize
That Adam & Eve both died in the garden
And death was their product of choice
So it shouldn’t surprise us to hear from Cain
And hear such a thing in his voice
“But they didn’t die”, an easy response
They simply were given consequence
They sewed their own clothes &
Had to live on the other side of the fence.
To our ways of measuring they seem alive
A problem we still face today
We nod at our abilities when we seem blessed
Never mind that we make our own way
Our own way is death
His Word reveals
Even though heartbeats & breath
Seem to easily conceal
Some people ask how we filled the world
From only one family at start
I think there’s a more significant question
One that begins in our hearts
The right question isn’t “how’d so many
Come from two original brothers?”
Rather- how’d we grow at all
with a nature
Of killing each other?
words from wick 