A Prayer to Eve

Mother of fictions

and of irony

help us to laugh.

Mother of science

and the critical method,

keep us humble.

Muse of listeners,

hope of interpreters

inspire us to act.

Bless our metaphors,

that we might eat them.

Help us to know, Eve,

the one thing we must do.

Come with us, muse of exile,

mother of the road.

  • by Kathleen Norris

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