Adam’s Rib

He walked with God yet felt lonely.

The first created yet felt second to none.

The flowers were not enough

So you asked for something more beautiful.

The bird songs were not enough

So you asked for someone to dance with.

No eyewitnesses during the Master’s creativity,

For creative power is His alone.

And risking the shield of his heart,

That which supports and protects

He broke it to form me.

Perhaps what I am meant to do.

My birthday was my wedding day.

Except I was not dressed in white.

And animals stood on my side

As the maids to the bride.

God made me woman but he called me wife.

A love at first sight.

His first words to me were his wedding vows,

"Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh."

He awoken the butterflies in my stomach

And it was not even spring yet.

I fell from Eden just as satan fell from heaven.

We both wanted to be like God.

The forbidden fruit was my demise.

It whetted my appetite on the exterior,

Whilst poisoning my spirit on the interior.

It unclothed my mind with sin.

A nakedness that leaves couldn’t cover.

For Christ’s righteousness, the only robe to appease my shame.

Adam's rib is not desperately looking to be someone's missing rib.

She does not settle for empty ribcages full of cobwebs.

For she was not taken from the ground to be trampled upon.

Nor from the crown of his head to be above him.

She was taken from his side to stand beside him.

The God who formed man out of clay

is busy forming hers too.