The Older Covenant

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Gospel of Philip 
Job 38:33–36 

Take me back 
before the broken tablets,  
back to the secrets of winds 
unfurled, constellations rising 
in a new horizon, mud 
and branch called by name. 

I know of the Tree, good 
and evil swirling  
in its fruit, alive 
before the lesser law 
became our golden calf. 

Lady Wisdom wanders, 
knows too well 
that nothing transgresses 
its appointed order 
but we. 

Take me back  
to the pattern of the heavens  
sewn in the lining  
of Her dress.

Give me the wisdom 
of the ant, she who  
needs no instruction  
on how to gather 
and harvest, on the true  
measure of her  
creation.  

Grant me a gaze  
into the Holy 
of Holies that I may know  
the paths of everything  
that lives.