Marcion the Mariner

Marcion built a ship for all men to enter Across the never-ending time filled ocean He divided the water filled with bitter salt From the water of sweetness with his boat’s bow Far greater than fiery Moses splitting the sea The roman harbour rejected him and his ship For it believed in the bitter water’s taste Though it rotted their very bones in their red waves They sold it as water made blessed and holy Though flames burnt in their stomachs for ever unquenched He made a map that showed the way to every pearl The map showed the eleven islands of Christ (About Marcion of Sinope 85 AD - 160 AD)