Saturday, February 16, 2008


How can the infinite in finite find
contentment living in a human box?
The speaking Word a universe defined
now bound to earth, a welcome paradox!
Can he who wraps up water in the clouds,
names every star then listens to them sing
become a lamb before the rabid crowd
forgive them for not crowning him the King?

The answer rests in love's audacity--
to wash feet calloused and with Martha weep,
feed bread and fish to thousands modestly,
kiss babies, touch the leper, make lame leap.
To him who gives God-man the right to reign
will find that he has everything to gain.

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