God stood at the border
and in His hand
His flaming word
turned every which way
to keep me out of Eden.
Beyond,
(craning my neck
to see around Him),
was the only tree I wanted.
But it was God Himself
who blocked me--
not cherubim
or jackasses--
so I had to listen.
And turn back.
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