The Blood of the Lamb

The damp wool of the ewe protects the lamb

Which nurses on her lee side in the storm,

The urgent head pressed sharply to its dam

Escapes the winter and explains the norm

Of metabolic process gressed in time,

The balanced heat and cold, the mean of law,

The principle of motion in the lime,

Once ewe and lamb crouched numbly in a draw.

Mother to mother yields, the snow returns:

So each the other, absolute in change;

The surge of seasons and the swell of birth

Give meaning to a lamb upon the range,

Nudging the rank wool as the udder churns

The causal liquid which repairs the earth.