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Adam sinned.
Now, by thorns, the soil is cracked and torn,
And made weary by weeds till it is worn;
Ground into dust and thrown to the wind.
Eve was beguiled.
Now, women bearing babies must suffer;
Delivering young lives into the world is tougher:
All this troubles those with child.
But that is not all that came,
When Adam was found to blame.
The tender rose among the thorns and weeds,
And the glow of a mother's face when she her baby sees,
Remind us that the blessing outweighs the curse,
Even when we think things can't get worse.
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Thorns and Roses (An Italian or Perarchan Sonnet)
PoetryIn church on Mother's Day Sunday, my pastor was talking about how a mother has pain when she bears a child. He said that the pain in her face vanishes once she holds her baby and joy takes its place. He had also drawn a picture on the white board of...
