Mary's TreasureУзорак

Reaping What Was Sown

A census declared that we must take a trip

Expecting so soon, I felt quite unequipped.

Enduring the labor pains near journey’s end

My thoughts turned to Eve and her sin’s dividend:

A curse that all women would painfully bear,

Our life’s greatest blessing conjoined with despair.

I picked out a seed from a fig as I ate,

A symbol of Eden lost, death now our fate.

Yes, Eve’s curse has touched every mom this earth treads

Though snake strikes the heel, one will soon crush its head.

For trees bear the fruit of the seeds’ that we sow,

Each pruning increasing the harvest we grow.