Teachers Thinking, Taught Poem by James McLain

That which then was, can be.
Whence it came brought forth.
Thorn held against your side.
Her from him,
hence, him from her.
Driven out, gathered held up.

Where ever, one can bend.
Before mine eyes,
and you fear it naught.
Teachers thinking, taught.
Is it not, as once it was before?

Standing in the midst,
a clearing, tearing hot.
Hence am I well fed,
this by yours.

Each cup is made thus full.

And with all mine beating heart
painted purple, red.
I trust in you a Judge,
a gift, a daughter be.

For she, to you was sent,
by he instead,
pf she, whom was his other.