Shared Practice III -- after Blake

In Defense of True Love

After William Blake's 'Mock on, mock on, Rousseau, Voltaire'

Mock on, Mock on, Marx, Darwin, Freud

Mock on, Mock on, you pesky thieves.

In the bedrock of my mind I find you

have permeated my every skein.

There is not a noble, winsome, handsome

thought that I assume to trust

but guess not at some more real, solid

darker thing, beneath its crust.

But it's your greed that made it thus:

only counting things that can be “mine”

and so of course True Love was extradited

for it only lives when to another giv'n.

And so I route you, one and all

and send you to the auto-hell you made.

Trusting God is all in all

and that this Love will deeper wade

for deeper 'tis than earth or core

too solid to be sensed

for it pre-dates impassioned flesh;

re-fashions it far more immense.