A curse settles the future with an unbending, never-ending finality. There is no room for change and growth. If a blessing is like a verdant, green garden that prepares for growing good fruit, a curse is an arid, bone-dry desert that settles for certainty that nothing can possibly grow. A curse scorches the earth and dumps contaminating chemicals that poison the ground. A blessing makes way for lavish goodness, daring to hope for beauty and newness.
