I was thinking about the language of medieval mystery plays.
Was heaven sent;
Leave, leave, leave
Adam and Eve,
Go from Eden,
Let the apple core
Seed on the floor
Of the Garden,
Beg my pardon
As you flee,
Look at the Tree!
Look at Me!
The new Adam descends,
Hope never ends,
Wood of manger,
Wood of cross,
Come the Stranger,
Come the loss;
But He is risen
From Death's dark prison,
The Tomb is empty,
Let's feed on plenty;
Look at the Tree!
Look at Me!
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 22:01
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Christmas incantation
The first AdamWas heaven sent;
Leave, leave, leave
Adam and Eve,
Go from Eden,
Let the apple core
Seed on the floor
Of the Garden,
Beg my pardon
As you flee,
Look at the Tree!
Look at Me!
The new Adam descends,
Hope never ends,
Wood of manger,
Wood of cross,
Come the Stranger,
Come the loss;
But He is risen
From Death's dark prison,
The Tomb is empty,
Let's feed on plenty;
Look at the Tree!
Look at Me!
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 506 times
Written on 2006-11-29 at 22:01
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