Incarnation

Immense and joyful was His infinite

existence, massive both in size and bliss,

in cosmic comfort, starry celebration,

and sustained aseity of happiness.

 

He folded up that hugeness into time,

with care crammed in the virgin’s tiny seed,

lingering His conception lest He burst

her by His speed: and thus contained knew grief.

 

At birth, He suddenly was jarred by pain,

shocked from the warm prenatal place, embraced

by arms that stabbed with human hurts, and lost

the cool perfection of an infinite space.

 

His weak and and toddler legs, His scarce-containing skin,

were just enough to bare Him for the growth of bearing sin.

 

© 2012 by Sorina Higgins

from Caduceus: Poems by Sorina Higgins, published by David Robert Books

 

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