Sonnet 11

Only within the Garden, his birth-place,
Can man, dear Eve, obey God’s natural law,
Be spared the wish to conquer time and space
And probe the gene to engineer its core –
Fell feats, indeed, resulting from the urge
To be divine in spirit and in flesh,
A hubris which the Lord is bound to purge
Before it can in full the soul enmesh;
For only in the Garden does the fear
Of death, that forces man without to do
Such foolish things to nature, disappear:
Though clay, he knows he could be angel too.
So why out there should he believe he’s greater
Than here, where he is creature and creator?
12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
2 June 1999




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