# God’s Blue Throne
Nature's lord He sets, the man and wife,
Into a paradise of their demesne,
Expel them to the thrall of death and pain,3
She, to bear her cyanotic young,
In clutch-throat anguish whisper, "Breathe, my child!"
And he, amid the brow-sweat, mud, and dung,
Dethroned as Eden's king, to tame the wild.
And yet...the source of blessings nonetheless
Ordains a day when tribulations end,
A day that man or God or both may bless,
And spirit over matter yet transcend:
No more weak days4 in grubbing futile quest;
1: An homage to the first line of Milton's Paradise Lost.
2: See Talmud Bavli Yoma 9b. "The Second Temple...was destroyed because of the gratuitous hatred that existed there."
3: See Genesis 3:23.
4: "Weak days" is a homonym of "week days."
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