Discipleship Poem by Jacob Bearer

'O certe necessárium Adæ peccátum…
quæ talem ac tantum méruit habére Redemptórem! '

Mortal Adam with fruit filled stomach stands.
Clay hands stretching towards the celestial sphere.
In frantic mania he reaches,
gesticulation articulating heart's longing,
the heart's longing for absconding Divinity.

Starved eros infuriated - Abel's death.
Blooded passion enraged by debt,
angered by the cost - the cross.
Waxing twilight illumines battered man,
"Behold thy King."

Sun eclipsed, thieving Adam takes axe to Tree,
sharpening those branches under darkness's mantle,
fashioning spears to tear, pierce and carve the sky;
Hollowing heaven to fill it with dust.

With frigidized calculative passion, he:
Nullifies inexorable Eternity
Torturing zenith's sublimity
Chaotic horror ensues.

Though all eat fruit in Hieronymus' "Garden, "
damnation awaits the full bellied heathen.
Only after drowning can Tantalus taste everlasting fruit.
O happy fault! on this Good day we claim.

Irate man of dirt and grace,
"Be still and know that I AM."
Open thy arms - Peace.