Creation, Fall, Redemption in two poems

See Gen. 1-3, and the following:

To sit and look at light-filled leaves

May let us see or seem to see,

Far backward as through clearer eyes

To what unsighted hope believes: 

The blessed conviviality

That sang Creation's seventh sunrise

Time when the Maker's radiant sight

made radiant every thing He saw,

And every thing he saw was filled

With perfect joy and life and light.

His perfect pleasure was sole law;

No pleasure had become self-willed.

For all His creatures were His pleasures

And their whole pleasure was to be 

What He made them; they sought no gain

Or growth beyond their proper measures,

Nor longed for change or novelty.

The only new thing could be pain.

Also see 1 Cor. 15, and the following:

What hard travail God does in death!

He strives in sleep, in our despair, 

And all flesh shudders underneath

The nightmare of his sepulcher.

The earth shakes, grinding its deep stone;

All night the cold wind heaves and pries;

Creation strains sinew and bone

Against the dark door where He lies.

The stem bent, pent in seed, grows straight

And stands.  Pain breaks in song.  Surprising

The merely dead, graves fill with light

Like opened eyes.  He rests in rising. 

-Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir, "1979: III," "1980: I."