Reconciling Eve

There is no way to describe the importance of this event.

Their relationship was immediate and slow, certain and delicate. They met and knew from that moment, but they waited, let it take its own pace. They were afforded slowness in their certainty, with no rush to solidify on her side, and only the need to exclude all competition on his. It was slow, and then was.

The night the came together, the moment, it was lightening fighting. He was brutish and certain and needed so very badly to assure himself in convincing her of his bond. She was fierce in her conviction that this was not the last time, that this was a start not an end.

They came together violently, gentleness in the pauses between teeth and nails. And there it was, a weight in the woman, bubbling to voice itself in a tearful confession

//I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, she disobeyed, Eve disobeyed when she should have trusted. I’m so sorry, will you forgive me//

And he was lost in his understanding he didn’t fathom as he fought her fear with his own apology

//I’m sorry, I am so so sorry, my dove Adam betrayed, he should have stayed, he should have stood with her, I am so sorry.//

And they were violent in their forgiveness, a forge to meld two metals that had long ago been separated. They became one that night in their promise of reconciliation.

amen.