Precipitated by clever argument between gravity, ice,
and the presumption of free will,
bruised as creation, blue and green,
concussed like goatskin stretched and pounding –
the serpent, sliding snidely by, hisses something
about pride, a fig leaf, and the inevitability of the fall.
About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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