Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage
Fat first-fruits pledge what is to be:
A growing and a ripening sea.
His promise raises us from sleep
To cross, in forty days, the deep.
Since Adam delved and Eva span
Man’s waywardness has spoiled God’s plan.
Disease and death here level all;
Our winding-sheet conceals a Fall.
Though God could make a bush to speak,
A dumb child tells us who is weak:
Though He made His dead Son to eat,
Yet feeding some would be a feat,
For they can neither dig nor spin,
And day by day their limbs grow thin.
Such is the consequence of sin.
Phillip Medhurst