made flesh
"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth." (John 1:14 ESV) "Made flesh," a poem by Luci Shaw: After the bright beam of hot annunciation fused heaven with dark earth his searing sharply focused light went out for a while eclipsed in amniotic gloom: his cool immensity of splendor his universal grace small-folded in a warm dim female space– the Word stern-sentenced to be nine months dumb– infinity walled in a womb until the next enormity– the Mighty, after submission to a woman’s pains helpless on a barn-bare floor first-tasting bitter death Now I in him surrender to the crush and cry of birth. Because eternity was closeted in time he is my open door to forever. From his imprisonment my freedoms grow, find wings. Part of his body, I transcend this flesh. From his sweet silence my mouth sings. Out of his dark I glow. My life, as his, slips through death’s mesh, time’s bar...