Sonnet 12

The Garden and its laws, dear Eve, comprise,
Thanks to their cycles which encompass time,
The perfect sphere for man in the Lord’s eyes,
Thus making Adam’s Fall the gravest crime.
Though by this term I mean potential state
(Not some fixed deed, committed in the past
By our first parents due to Satan’s hate,
Whose general curse till Doom is deemed to last),
Whoever spurns the Garden can’t but fall
Away from God and his own better side –
A fate that causes him at length to maul
His soul, the earth, and all to which he’s tied.
So let us keep within this sacred clime,
Where we can reap eternity in time.
12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
3 June 1999




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