He was limitless
infinite
too huge to be understood
let alone confined
all-powerful
all-knowing
so He was sent to a
tiny speck of rock
in the deepness of space
forced into six-odd pounds of
what there they called flesh
and ‘baby’
to learn how to walk and
talk and fall down and
cry like any other
of the tiny mewling people
swarming across the earth
—
she wasn’t perfect
but she was pure
perhaps not holy
but certainly humble
she was young and
innocent and
blameless
so He picked her
for the greatest honour
to ever fall upon
womankind
yet it threatened to tear her
apart
—
he was poor
but he loved her so much
and worked so hard
to give her
what she needed that
he felt like the mighty
kings of old
yet when she told him
about the child
his heart shattered
and he wished she had just
plunged a dagger into
him and finished the
job
—
they were not the mighty
people they once had
been
now they were a client-kingdom
under the heavy fist of
roman rule
their world was one of fear
chaos
darkness
bloodshed
turmoil
hate
anger
longing for the promised …
—
and there they stood
in the darkness
of a musty stable
the virgin bride and her
carpenter husband
in among the animals
waiting for the renewing
birth that had
threatened to be their
undoing
and when it came
they laid Him in a wooden box
full of straw
fending off the curious
hungry animals from the
red, squawling
infant crowned with a
mop of black hair
they wrapped him in rags
huddling together for warmth
exhausted from their journey
—
one gave up her reputation
another gave up his rights
while the third gave up all that
defined Him
so He could be born
to die
and call His people
out of darkness
—
these could be called the
broken things of Christmas
but sometimes things must
be broken
to be made
whole
Nice :-)
i like
Missed this one, somehow. Great job!
N8 T8