Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage
Between the bone and marrow
Penetrates the arrow
Of your Word. And so
Salvific poison spreads.
Once it takes hold
All worldliness contracts
To lodge that head
Below my heart.
There is no antidote,
For – sweet Mercury –
The chemistry must kill
What kills, then save outright.
This unevaded shaft
Invades me. I must yield.
For once it has arrived,
It lives and thrives.
Proverbs 1:31; 9:5
If I could grasp at Truth at all,
In a fine feast of hymnody,
I’d eat my fill; but my own fall
Has made of it a parody.
Beyond my reach, it’s only ash
I savour now, from Dead Sea fruit.
My lot bewailed, my teeth I gnash,
As I grub up fell’s shrieking root:
My birthright sold, my mess it makes.
Sin’s fruitage taught what Adam knows:
With swine the prodigal partakes.
I’ll go, then – glean where Wisdom sows.
Sophia’s fare – her wind-doled meat –
Her manna won’t to poison turn.
With new-washed hands I’ll take, I’ll eat,
Refresh my soul, and lesson learn.
Spiced with sagacity Faith’s songs
Will whet anew my appetite:
Then grown upright and done with wrongs
I’ll taste a fresh and chaste delight.