Cosmically Deep
COSMICALLY DEEP
Did the garden weep
With the ungrateful sweep
Of their covetous hands? Deep
Was the pit of their pickpocket. Sleep
Thought merciful and kind, allowed not a peep
From their rosy lips, where sweet cheeks steep.*
A father took enough of a long leap,
Where the shepherd would tend to his lost sheep,
Absolve them - not harvest to reap
What they sow. Tis too late to stop the creep
Of the garden snake and certainly not cheap —
The stomp of its horny-head, the splintered son in a heap.
Sentient of mankind’s plight, the Son of Man did weep
as his children root in garden beds; and choose to keep
the Adams and Eves, whose restoration, was not dirt cheap.
Behold the Lamb of God did not oversleep!
The earthquake and lightning cosmically deep —
The thunder roll of an angel veep.
He sat upon the lightweight bolder. The like dead men sleep.
As in joyous weep,
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, reap
First, the benefits of glory, not cheap.
As they did run and leap
The Lord met them along the way. They’d keep
His secret, until they’d shake his disciples wide awake from sleep.
5/13/2020
*Here I attempt to paint a picture of a mischievous child
who when fast asleep, a mother sighs, remembering her
love for him (her) once more.
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