Edward Taylor
Sketchley / Leicestershire / England
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I Am The Living Bread: Meditation Eight: John 6:51

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I kening through Astronomy Divine
The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spy
A Golden Path my Pensill cannot line,
From that bright Throne unto my Threshold ly.
And while my puzzled thoughts about it pore
I finde the Bread of Life in’t at my doore.

When that this Bird of Paradise put in
This Wicker Cage (my Corps) to tweedle praise
Had peckt the Fruite forbad: and so did fling

Away its Food; and lost its golden dayes;
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Brian Jani 04 July 2014

Wow ive never come across a poem written in this fashion before.well done

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