Sunday, December 16, 2007

God Felt

Katy's poem on the Incarnation from last year's creative writing course. I like it.

God Felt

God's Self poured into the form of man--
Word to Flesh. Universe's Splendor confined
In mortal shell--Son of God. Son of man.
Spirit fused with bone
And blood.  Forsook well-deserved Paradise.
Planted His feet on fingertip-molded
Globe, touched Creation and Felt:
Dirt caked between toes
and rain of prostitute's tears swirling into mud.
Leper's mangled skin melting
into smooth under His fingertips.
Tickle of salt-sweat tumbling down skin.
Cracked-dry tongue pleading for wet
And scratching of vacant stomach.
Pain of friend's death
and hot tears of agony sliding down face.
Severed Roman ear sticky with coppery blood
Then reunited with trembling body.
Nail sinking into skin and embedding
In wood beneath. Fellowship of Father
Refused. Piercing pain of Trinity
Split.
Droplets of moisture gathering
on stone sepulcher thick with Dark and
Silence.
Crashing of Stone shattered. Cave
Flooded with torrent
of light. Victory of Death
Crushed. Creation.
Redeemed through the beams of the Son.


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