Koine Greek: Μή μου ἅπτου
Latin: Noli me tangere
“Stop clinging onto me”
I understand, you know:
the need of the feminine to cede to men
of which we were warned at the Fall
is a consequence not a curse,
though that doesn’t make it any less.
Nor does my human grasping for security, stability
necessarily indicate what is best for me.
But a tangible bird in the hand
is worth two in the prophesied future bush
and in the uncertainty we like to set more store
in those logical odds than in the word of our Lord.
So we cling to the devils we know
adhering to known quantities
But time doesn’t stand still
and you can’t hold on to the wind
And the Spirit will not be hemmed in
So sooner or later
Ideally before we return to our Maker
We have to let go.