Letter to a Friend About Snakes - A Poem

How could things ever change?
Easy. If you’ve found something better.

Does a snake return to its skin?
Does he try to put it back on?
Like squeezing into too tight pants?

I hope your fight with sin is like a snake shedding its skin.
Why doesn’t he return to it? Because it doesn’t fit.
He’s found Something far better.
He doesn’t need it anymore and the new skin fits like butter.

I hope your sin becomes too small for you.
You take it off like an old sweater.

I hope your fight with sin is like a snake shedding its skin.
May our fights with sin be like a snake, shedding its skin.

Chanel Berg