Safe beneath their wisdom and their feet

To be "safe from wisdom" is an interesting concept.



Dear prodigal you are my son and I
Supplied you not your spirit but your shape;
All Eden's wealth arrayed before your eyes
I fathomed not you wanted to escape.

And though I only ever gave you love,
Like every child, you've chosen to rebel;
Uprooted flowers and filled the holes with blood;
Ask for not whom they toll the solemn bells.

But child of dust your mother now returns
For every seed must die before it grows;
And though above the world may toil and turn,
No prying spade will find you here below.

Now safe beneath their wisdom and their feet;
Here I will teach you truly how to sleep