Or shall we tell the story to others of as victim, donning the color and form of surrounding flora to hide?
Cunning predator or desperate prey?
How we want an answer as life itself moves forward, indifferent to our questioning, yearning for what it wants and running from what it fears.
What does it mean to say: I am this?
In whose eyes?
If they are God's eyes, what might God say to these motives and yearning we were given?
Perhaps that's why God left the naming to Adam.
Instead, this morning as the sun catches your attention, startles you as it peaks around that building,
God asks: what do you want? what do you fear? and what does each have to do with the other?
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