Sir Walter Scott Kaufmann
Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had lost the Rose, petals fallin' to the ground
His brother Cain had started his count of the calendar round
Things had been different that was for sure
His fathers loss had made him abdure
The right of the poet, would be handed on to the one son, or both
Since Adam's toil ws now set in stone, and like thet flame to the moth
He could now show only what once had life, the lustre of brightness
When before the chorse of the garden had belonged to the 1st man, his sense of rightness
Alone would guide God's original path for him, to aptly name
All of the creatures placed above, below or in the sea, carried no blame
Adam's only task before--when all alone--to differentiate and describe
The fauna and fare of the garden, its immense diversity of tribe,
School, cousin, tree, game and den--- all of its life scintillate
Its fecund; and teeming flower and blossom, with the heaven's commisserate
By himself and through his own agency he had given depiction
To the surrounding world of the garden--he hadn't time for fiction
The Lord's charge upon him literal, immediate and direct
For in such a manner the Master had directed him to ressurect
His own creation, from material substrate and thing to form immaterial
The ring of Adams naming voice hammering out the discrete creation from etherial
Mist, the ratios of eternal harmony falling ever so softly into place
Except that htere had been no fall at that point, only a trace
Very likely; of hierarchy and dispensation, the grace of fulness and completion
Not the other kind of grace--which ensues when broken man without discretion
invites fallen spirits to imbibe without remorse in an aimless course
Such that Adam went from grace to grace, or what was worse
Had blamed the entire sordid affair on the very woman whom had been pinned up
By the Lords own hand, showing off the breast, thighs and rump
Of the sassy girl that God had fashioned for his main man
"Let Us Make Man in Our Own Image"---God had said with no real plan
Other than producing from Original Grace a re;icant ex nihilo
Like the first stars, or even better---from the first honeybees tupelo
This, the very first form of Grace, and also this, the much better kind
Since prior in the thoughts and heart of God, what proceeded from the foremind
Copyright © Leroy Baker | Year Posted 2020
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