photo by Wes Hicks

A sigh hangs heavy over the world

A groan

Shivers through river and valley and stone

And when is the question inside

When will the groom from the virgin’s womb

Carry his bride across the threshold of time,

Unweave and weave again the world that aches to be reborn

That waits the sound of waking morn

It’s only a matter of time

Until matter and time will stand breathless –

While the deathless Life resurrects the universe,

The Curse accursed and funerals reversed –¹

Until the Risen Son descends to burn the chaff

And turn the groans of saints to laughter

And bids all things to sing, to share the New Birth

Blooming beyond the tomb –

Until the whole earth 

Joins the joy of never-ending, sorrow-mending Ever After

It’s only a matter of time until matter and time give way

To the tear-stained words Thy children pray

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done

As heaven is, make earth the same

And let all that breathes and loves and grieves

Extol Your all-glorious, victorious Name

~ Emily Winslow Cox

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1 – the effects of the Curse are here referred to as the Curse, and accursed is meant in the sense of having doom and undoing brought upon it. This line is also inspired by an album title.