Thank You, Eve

I don’t know what Eden looked like, with its trees, mountains, birds, animals and God-breath everywhere. But once in a while I hear a song, look into the eyes of my beloved, hear my children laugh, or catch a sunset, a waterfall, a falling star. The curtains of heaven part, and there it is, all of it, lying before me. And the air I breathe is love itself.

Eve never knew this before the fruit. Never knew what she had. Never knew what she could lose. And so I’m grateful for that first bite, that choice, that decision, which cures me in sudden unexpected moments from my blind and deaf ignorance to all that is real and true and good and wonderful.