The truth be told – He’d grown fond of them.
God admired all His creation, declared every
jot and tittle good, of this there was no doubt.
But those two grew on Him in a surprising
way. God gained the thrill of falling in love.
The trespass of trees and fruit was no mere
trifle, everything afterward muted and hard.
Yet it was their evening walks God missed most,
when she and he would talk nonstop of all
they’d seen and heard and done that new day.
God could hardly get a word in edgewise,
and He grew fond of them. Very fond indeed.