Because of the Fall, creation was subjected to futility. In the future God will redeem creation, also. (Romans 8:18-22)
Out of the West, God sends His puffy whites, Stained red by the setting sun- As if to soak up The wounds of another day. Out of the East, God sends His darkness, Quickened by the Earth's plea- As if to cover That which can take no more. Out of the Dawn, God takes away His bandage, Saturated by bloodied wounds- As if to tell us "It never fully healed."
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