Incarnation
This is the emptying.
The release of heaven.
The descent
into the warmth
of a young girl's womb.
Vitally yoked
to her heartbeat and life.
Sharing the scandal
and embarrassment of flesh.
A covenant of love
sealed in ligament and bone.
Glory
to God in the Highest.
Glory
here in straw and blood.
Merry Christmas, Richard, and to everyone. I just wish we could celebrate together - perhaps one day...
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ReplyDeleteto her heartbeat and life."Quite ironic and beautiful. Merry Christmas, Richard.
Beautiful poem. What a wonderful start to my day. Merry Christmas Richard.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas
ReplyDeleteFor unto us a savior is born.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas.
Nollaig Chridheil agus Bliadhna Mhath Ùr dhuibh uileAl
ReplyDeleteGreat poem...and hope that Richard, you have a great Christmas, and that all the readers here do too...
ReplyDeleteDo I detect a hint of kenosis in there, Dr. Beck? ;)
ReplyDeleteYes! The first two lines are echoing Philippians 2.
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