The Apple. A Poem.

The apple.

The fruit Eve gripped in her hands.

The device we hold in our hands.

The same medium in which the serpent 

fed Eve with lies and feeds us with lies.

The shiny surface reflects a false reality,

testing us with the same temptation as Eve:Having the world at the tip of our fingers,

with access to more knowledge

then we were ever meant to possess.

Yet, no matter how much we consume,

we are always left empty.

Therefore, may we be filled up

by giving the Lord our firstfruits,

and folding our hands 

before tapping our thumbs.

Then, what the serpent intended for bad,

the Lord can use for good.

No longer fruitless, the apple may be fruitful

when it is not our sense of satisfaction,

but simply a source in which we plant seeds

by sharing the fruits of the Spirit.

-AKT