|I’m in the Garden thanks to you, dear Eve,
Who never lost your childhood link with earth;
And, if we’re wise, we shall not have to leave
As did our namesakes, who it’s said gave birth
To man’s fell quest for Godhead, which at last
Has reached the point when he his soul must mend
Or else he’ll God’s creation wholly blast
And thus deliver needlessly the End.
Though guiltless of the crime we’d surely be,
This fate with all the world we’d have to share:
Unless, that is, in time our holy plea
Upon mankind at large we bring to bear.
|So in the Garden let us take a stand,
By falling not and trusting God’s own hand.
|12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
20 May 1999