The Divine Tie

I work as if striving for Able, 
While hoping at best to be Seth,
And knowing, at all times, I’m Adam. 
I’m drawing the same sinful breath.
But Cain, you once were my father 
And often your ominous mark,
I feel like a feverish visage
 As I languish alone in the dark.

But where there are marks of my nature: 
The old man to evil fast-bound,
The unmerited love of my Brother,
 Much more in my heart does abound.
For surely I’m bound forever, 
By a tie, not of earth, but divine:
And wondrous blood has supplanted, 
The traces of Cain’s shameful line. 

© Chloe S. Flanagan 2018