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Her Dilemma An archetype, a reminder, a nagging question. Yet we silently sense that her Sin is our’s – That we would have chanced a peek, too, Feigned a fall to see, in hopes to glimpse – Having never been tested, never been trusted, Never been sent out into the mountains, Our homes blown down by Abraham’s God, Our brothers burned up in Almighty Fire – Who of you can say your eyes would not there stare And thus – just another pillar of salt become? Lot looked ahead true to his fear. She looked back in spite of it. In the garden of Good and Evil They stand a stark reminder of our plight. One solidly planted on Time’s shores, The other waves lapping at her briny feet. |
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