Unwrapped

It seemed
To me
That after Adam
And Eve
Took the fruit
From the Tree
The gift
Of heartfelt ease
Was boxed up
And locked with keys
As God surveyed
The present
Of his presence
And all the ensuing
Aftermath
He sadly smiled
And said
'It's a wrap'.

Maybe, then, for later.


And through the following
wayward ages
God
At times
In various stages
Alluded to the long forgotten gift
Described it, in hope
That hope of it
Would cause us to seek,
To heal the rift,

But each time
It was put before us
We sadly chose
To ignore trust
And left
The gift
Unopened
And,
Were it for us
that would be hopes end,

But at the advent
Of the promised gift
God showed us
what
was hidden in clenched fist,
We thought it there
To fight,
We knew not love, aright

That this hand,
'The holy arm
Of God laid bare'
Was God
Unwrapped
For us
To share
In the mercy of his stand
The fist became
Open hand
As gently
At first
It tugged on beards
And kneaded Mothers breast
And later pinned
To scaffold wood
Where it came
To surrenders rest

This was
the gift
Unwrapped
The back
Of sin
And law
was snapped
And love
laid bare
For all
To see,
The boundless love
The humility,

The gift was God, himself
Unwrapped
And taken down,
From Eden's shelf,