{"id":23579,"date":"2010-12-06T04:47:07","date_gmt":"2010-12-06T08:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firstthings.com\/blogs\/theanchoress\/?p=23579"},"modified":"2017-03-09T22:01:09","modified_gmt":"2017-03-09T22:01:09","slug":"eve-by-madeleine-lengle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/theanchoress\/2010\/12\/06\/eve-by-madeleine-lengle\/","title":{"rendered":""Eve" by Madeleine L’Engle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"\"<\/a>
\nEve and Mary* by Sr. Grace Remington, O.C.S.O<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cEve\u201d<\/em><\/strong>
\nWhen we left the garden we knew that it would be
\nforever.
\nThe new world we entered was dark and strange.
\nNights were cold.
\nWe lay together for warmth, and because we were
\nafraid
\nof the unnamed animals, and of the others;
\nwe had never
\nknown about the giants, and angels gone wild.
\nWe had not been told
\nof dwarves and elves; they teased us; we hid
\nwhenever they played.<\/p>\n

Adam held me. When my belly grew taut and
\nbegan to swell
\nI didn\u2019t know what was happening. I thought it was
\nthe beginning
\nof death, the very first death. I clung to Adam and
\ncried.
\nAs I grew bigger something within me moved.
\nOne day I fell
\nand the pains started. A true angel came and
\npushed the grinning
\ncreatures back. Adam helped. There was a tearing.
\nI thought I\u2019d died.
\nInstead, from within me came a tiny thing, a new
\ncreature,
\nred-faced, bellowing, mouth groping for my breast.
\nThis was not death, but birth, and joy came to my
\nheart again.
\nThis was the first-born child. How I did laugh and
\nsing!
\nBut from this birth came death. He never gave me
\nany rest.
\nAnd then he killed his brother. Oh, my child. Oh,
\nmy son Cain.
\nI watched from then on over every birth,
\nseeing in each babe cruelty ready to kill
\ncompassion.
\nFor centuries the pattern did not change. Birth
\nalways meant death.
\nEach manchild who was born upon the longing
\nearth
\nin gratefulness and joy brought me only a fresh
\nration
\nof tears. I had let hate into the world with that first
\nbreath.<\/p>\n

Yet something made me hope. Each baby born
\nbrought me hurrying, bringing, as in the old tales,
\na gift
\nlooking \u2013 for what? I went to every slum and cave
\nand palace
\nseeking the mothers, thinking that at least I could
\nwarn
\ntheir hearts. Thus perhaps the balance might shift
\nand kindness and concern replace self-will and
\nmalice.<\/p>\n

So I was waiting at that extraordinary intersection
\nof Eternity and Time when David\u2019s son (Adam\u2019s,
\ntoo)
\nwas born. I watched the Incarnate at his mother\u2019s
\nbreast
\nmaking, by his humble, holy birth the one possible
\ncorrection
\nof all that I by disobedience had done. I knelt and
\nsaw new
\nAdam, and I cried, \u201cMy son!\u201d and came at last to
\nrest.
\n \u2014 Madeleine L\u2019Engle<\/p>\n

Poem Source:<\/strong> Magnificat Magazine<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

*Eve and Mary,<\/strong> reprinted with the permission of Our Lady of the Mississippi Abbey<\/a>. For background on the image, and link to a lovely choral piece which grew from it see here<\/a>.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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