Twentieth-Century Adam and Eve

A POEM

By Gwendolyn C. Carr | November 1983

As aliens yearn

For the native land.

We still return

To the garden —

Taste ancient fruit,

Graft seasoned sins

Onto new generations.

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

Autobiography of a Creature from Deep Heaven

I was the spark

who lit the face of God

when he flicked his rod

…