work…

For our poetry Tuesday I ran across another poem I’ve been laboring over in the series I’m writing around the book of Genesis.

The story of Cain and Abel has always been an interesting one to me. I suppose now that I have three boys to parent it strikes me even more often, this push and pull, this heartbreak and tenderness. And so, in that vein I thought I’d write about what happens after the injury, what happens when there is nothing more to be done…what is the response?

genesis: work

“When you work the ground, it will no longer yield its crops for you. You will be a restless wanderer on the earth.”

When it was dusk, the day long spent and fading-

his arms ached.

The solitary star rising, bound to the horizon

with visible tension yet unseen tethering

he spoke to it tenderly.

He spoke to all things now, tenderly.

 

When it was dark, the light long spent and failing-

his mind ached.

Regret’s long fingers stroking his cheek

with tangible touch

and unearthed tears,

he spoke to it tenderly.

He spoke to all things now, tenderly.

He spoke to all things now, tenderly.

©adc 2011

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