Don’t take me back to Eden, I can’t bear the memories. For it was I who hid from God. Where fresh foliage could not shield me from his wrath. Every time I bit an apple, I become an athlete. Running so my sins do not find me. But his eyes are everywhere, and he is always watching.
I don’t see him on his throne, enjoying with his angels, oblivious to man’s suffering. He walks among us, with us, in us. He was there when I lied, he watched the words fall from my lips, and heard the sound echo from my mother’s pot, while I stole meat. He also smiles when I do a good deed and shares in my victories too.