Classic Poem

Very well, then, if we
are in His image, He
must resemble us. Although
one wonders, if that's so,
what templates the lamb and the lion
aboriginally rely on;

or if it was not odd
to make Man from a clod
but Woman from a living
image of deity, giving
the superior pedigree ...
But that's as it may be:

Grant the resemblances
aren't our notion but His:
Would such a metaphor
imply our glory or
His being star-crossed,
His Eden also lost
and round Him the holocaust?