Sonnet 4

When asked, my love, if I in fact deny
The Lord has power or will to intervene
In men’s affairs, I faithfully reply:
The Maker’s God indeed but, till He’s seen
The folk in question use their own free will
To choose through dialectic right, not wrong,
It seems He’d rather let them maim and kill
The good than send the Holy Ghost along.
For, save by freedom, how could they become
Not gods, as our Prometheans believe,
But certainly angelic and, in sum,
At home within the Garden, like my Eve?
And yet, when choice is spent or children pray,
How God reacts in truth I cannot say.
12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
24 May 1999

 

 

 

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