I wrote a poem about Adam and Eve. Well, more about Eve than Adam.
I don’t believe in the literal interpretation of Genesis. I don’t believe in the apple, the garden, the tree, the temptation, the Fall, or the banishment.
I do believe that oral story telling is a rich part of tradition and somewhere along the way, telling stories began to lose their power of metaphor.
In the literal, vein, however, I wrote this poem and designed a backdrop as I think more about my Catholic faith.