Treasure Island

Peter Hall

(Sydney, Australia.)

The Leaven From Heaven


The stewardess
And one loaf

Working in secret together
Slowly, effectively
Until the whole lump knows the Life

The leaven from heaven
Hidden in the dough
In the dark
Working slower than the Earthly eye

The leaven from heaven
Always works
Requiring patience from the stewardess
Who, with Tri-une measures of flour
Become one Life with the seed

The stewardess becomes the lump
The women, the bride is married to the Passover Himself
Oneness
They look the same
She now looks like
The leaven from heaven.

Submitted: Saturday, November 30, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

And again He said, “To what shall I liken the kingdom of God? It is like leaven, which a woman took and hid in three measures of meal till it was all leavened.” (Luke 13: 20,21 NKJV)

And again He said, To what shall I liken the kingdom of God? It is like yeast which a woman having taken, hid in three measures of wheat flour until the whole of it was permeated by the yeast. (Wuest)

Therefore purge out the old leaven, that you may be a new lump, since you truly are unleavened. For indeed Christ, our Passover, was sacrificed for us. (I Corinthians 5: 7 NKJV)

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