|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