We fight. The flight of night to day to night
Falls over cobblestone where our feet
Fly over thoroughfares of dying light
Dusk is a pink pool cooling sunburned street
Raw readiness of what must be competes
With vesture vexing touch like dust of stars
As infrastructure of eons repeats
The emptying of light from heaven-jars
From Betrayed to Betrayer, azure splay
Falls until heaven’s deep is overcome
And darksome chalice brims with light of day
It spills through velvet black, hangs up the sun
Then, what was birthed in Eden carries on
We toil. The plight of Adam’s curse remains
Beneath a common sky we hail dusk, dawn
That spawns what God’s Tremendous Love sustains
© Janet Martin
"Well, the way I see it", said a boy in my Sun. School class as we discussed the fall and Punishment, "women sure got off a lot easier than men. Women just have to suffer once in a while but men have to suffer every day!"
;-)
Referring to this passage in Gen.3:16-17
To
the woman He said, "I will greatly multiply Your pain in childbirth, In
pain you will bring forth children; Yet your desire will be for your
husband, And he will rule over you." Then
to Adam He said, "Because you have listened to the voice of your wife,
and have eaten from the tree about which I commanded you, saying, 'You
shall not eat from it'; Cursed is the ground because of you; In toil you
will eat of it All the days of your life.
