After Genesis 1:27 – 2:15
From that first movement
of the beginning, it was
work. Creation was
work, a weaving
of created things. Into
man life was breathed,
a garden planted, land
fertilized to produce and
sustain life. Everywhere
you look in creation,
you find work, infused
into life from the start.
And it was good.
With the fall, work fell
as well. What began as
a blessing became
a curse. The day will
come when work, too,
will be restored. That day
is at hand.
Photograph by Maxime Agnellia vis Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
The Lord Will Come and Not Be Slow – poem by John Milton at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
The Theology of Work and the Stay-at-Home Mom: Embracing the Value of Our Calling – Shiphrah Lakka at IndiAanya.
Cuddy, a sonnet for St. Cuthbert – Malcolm Guite.
Speak Life – poem by Jesse Baker at Rabbit Room Poetry.
1 comment:
Amen, Glynn! That day is at hand. Blessings!
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