…for when I am weak,
then am I strong.
—2 Cor. 12:10
At the garden’s dawn there were no Others:
each bird and blade of grass, all leaves and fruits
companions. How crave a world alone theirs,
when all belonged to the One who creates
and fashions diverse flesh from nothingness?
At first they only knew a wondrous daze,
communing with the intimate expanse
of stars they need not seize. To be as gods
was not their fate… Until an urge unknown
before took shape: a thirst to grasp and rule
that found their blessèd plenitude inane,
imagined themselves magisterial.
For what they feared was their fragility,
as we confound dominion with delight.
