And
By watching those on the Hill tell me how
They knew then to work.
Back way when
In the company of my uncle
He’d warned me
You know how the sun shines upon your face
Making it glow my little niece
God’s little one?
Yes uncle
In time we call that the blush, he said.
The blush?
Yes. Some men are able to make you feel as if the sun has cast its only glow upon your face.
They will warm you like the sun. Plant seeds in your head.
That grow just like a flower under the rays of God’s love.
Is that bad Uncle?
Are you telling me this is a bad thing?
Well. Do you consider man a sun?
Do you consider God man upon your teachings?
Well uncle. God has told me I will have many things to learn about my brother and man
Some will be the same. And some will be very different.
Oh yes child. I would say so.
And he’d wink.
And just like that I would feel my face glow just as if the sun had fallen upon it.
But anyone knows when you SAT and talked with uncle his den was as dark as night.
And it was a day that Eve recalled this when the Hill began to get large with company.
Often her long ago days spent as an only cub in the Eden of the Kingdom would hit her memory.
She hadn’t seen uncle since man fell
She hadn’t seen God’s face since she had risen
And only that one time as his tear placed a halo on her nose that she knew He would not present himself again.
My butter cup. If you ever need to know me. This is how.
Just touch your nose. ❤️
She knew that her closet thing to Heaven was her Brother
Her Adam
For he was the master of the Hill
His job to make sure she was safe
But Adam was never the same again
After the child.
After the fall
After her rest.
He avoided her at all costs.
The only gift he would bring to her daily
Was a note.
It said Please come to me if ever you shall need me. Otherwise know I am watching you from above.
Your friend, brother
It was always that
Left by her door like clock work.
But with out his presence.
She saved every one of them.
As the stack grew she would place them at the door before the other.
Just reuse this one. Put a dot that you have the same sentiments. So as to conserve your message. -Your sister.
And that’s how it went.
. . .
Once she added I would like to see your face again Adam. Not just your frame from below.
The next day. .
Adam never came down from the Hill that she could ever see. If he did. She never saw him. In fact they had no communication. His memory of his face she began to forget. On the hill she could make him out often. His moves. His familiarity. But his face she served to forget. She would draw him often in her sketch place. But it never looked right. Once she asked a knight to describe him.
Describe Adam???? He laughed. Then slapped his knee. By God why Eve. Why would you ever want that? This knight replied all in steel from head to toe.
Then one afternoon right before dark something quickly rushed by her as she was heading in her gables. She turned quickly and was faced with a man she felt she knew but couldn’t place. Then next Adam?
Yes Eve.
And her face turned a crimson red.
And then he was gone.