Sonnet 3

We’ve talked, dear Eve, about our need to praise
The Maker, whom we cannot comprehend,
And of man’s ego, which too often strays
Beyond its sphere and thus invites the End.
But there’s a trap more subtle than the rest,
Into whose darkness many people fall –
And these, indeed, appear the very best
Since they for ego see no place at all:
They think that man, like God, can wholly love
And so on Satan they project their sin;
Meanwhile they wait for Christ, who’s now above,
New Heaven and Earth to kindly usher in.
In fact a fell apocalypse is due,
When we our own internal duel eschew.
12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
23 May 1999

 

 

 

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