on the mystery of the incarnation

On the mystery of the incarnation

It’s when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin.
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like.  God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word

–       Denise Levertov

He was crucified. He rose. Hallelujah!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: