"Who told you that you were naked?"
Cuts through the trees and fig-leaves.
Naked, you stand, glory shattered,
Illusion broken, image disconnected,
Heart unsure now how to beat.
"Did you eat the fruit from the tree?"
Asks yet does not need to be told:
Your lips stink to heaven and the stain
Of falsely bought wisdom's on your teeth,
Image disconnected from the lies you breathe.
What now? No sense in deceit.
Knows the depths and the heights,
The stars, the chasms of your heart.
Naked, you stand, wisdom disconnected;
Swallow your pride and breathe truth.
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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4 thoughts on “Voices in the Garden (After Denise Levertov’s “On a Theme by Thomas Merton”)”
Excellent! One of my favorites.
Thanks so much. Glad you liked it!