The Rib

The Rib:
A Poem

I’ve heard “the rib is the guardian of the heart.”
So a helper was formed to humble man’s conceit.
Once joined in marrow, the bond could not be torn apart.
A simple, deathless separation is a demonic deceit.

“Be fruitful and multiply!” The cry from the mountain’s garden.
“Be profitable and wait.” The hiss from the hedonist pit.
No earthly currency could be more valuable than our children.
One pass through borrowed time is all we get.

As the bone is one, so the cage is one unity—
Reaching through time like fingers or deep roots—
Branching into a tree’s story of procreation and identity.
The stock raised and buried by produced fruits.

Man’s rib carried a seed and nurtured it into humanity.
Two became one to participate in a unique potentiality.

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