Poem: Eve's Lament

They say my husband 

was over 900 years old when he died

We got old

Not living in the past

Or the future 

but in the now.

We would walk back 

to the gates of the Garden

Where the stooped Cherubim

with tarnished sword stood. 

We wept.

Then we turned

And in the cool of the evening

walked home

talking with God

because we knew

He was there.