Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves.
Whether we go to truth like a serpent,
spiraling, our bellies close to the earth,
or in a straight line,
our wings singing
like mourning doves,
we cannot get there in a herd.
Nor will twining in the Tree of Knowledge
or fanning pure sacrificial peace
with your feathers
save you from tooth and claw.
Innocence is always the
dusty belly and updraft