Biblical metaphor

Nurtured in the garden's womb protected from all strife

A beating heart of god that breathed into you life

Born from a family tree, forbidden truth

Expelled naked into a cold world to spend your youth

Under the threat of coming death, hidden in a nest of reeds

Nurtured by mother nature, who to a princess concedes

Arc, basket or coffin all arise from a river of Styx as a rover

A maternal handmaiden even after wed she watches over

Nature's commandments written finger striations of stone

Held captive through childhood crossing parted seas, now grown

Cain's face is Able Osiris turned Sete good becomes beast

Sun hung on a cross of directions raises in the east

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

This one hits like wind off a river in early morning—sharp, cold, carrying everything that should have been gentle but wasn’t.
I love how the imagery is raw and unflinching: life’s cradle and crucible, nurturing and brutal all at once, leaving the reader both unsettled and awed.

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas you are most kind and it is most appreciated. Religion is old and rough but we sand it down and smooth the edges putting a coat of varnish over it so it can be sold.