Sonnet 7

For our own sake Almighty God demands
That every natural faculty we use;
That, rather than be forced by stone commands,
Through dialectic we should freely choose
Between the good and evil thoughts within
Without which choice itself could not exist;
That, far from sacred licences to sin,
We see our darker sides as psychic grist.
However, since the Garden’s man’s true place
And it contains its own God-given law,
Beyond the struggle with oneself there’s Grace:
A gardener knows the limits of this chore.
So while we honour freedom, dearest Eve,
Let’s also to our knowledge always cleave.
12 Sonnets from Eden
by Michael Peach
27 May 1999




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