Religion

Divorced from rules we once held sacrosanct The hunger pangs we felt were eased not stilled We knew their judgments grim and hard embanked Unrisen loaves that left us unfulfilled Yet now our quest so fast and wild pursued Creates a thirst for waters deep and clear And fruit ripe picked must be our soulful food To satisfy a primal longing here But meat too freely taken lacks the salt That flavored and preserved the elders’ bread Let graceful limits come though finding fault With reason we shall meet and make our bed We’ll eat the skin and flesh and want no more While casting out the poisoned apple core