Curses Unmade

March 6, 2008

A thrice-blessed world

and then the fall;

serpent, ground, murder,

curses on all.

 

Shadow descends

over earth and bone;

feverish night,

guttural groan.

 

Oh, grim unbelief!

Adam’s doom!

Is redemption possible?

How, and by whom?

 

Through cross and tomb

the God-man passed;

curses unmade,

blessings at last.

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