poetry

He’s the Paradox

This is the second day since I left Him.
I left Him crowned in royal poverty.
I left with a gift of mem’ry to hymn
until my throat was rich in charity.
What am I to do? I’ve seen God enfleshed,
seen the Divine suckle at the breast,
seen Living Water by mother refreshed,
seen God’s Word by a father’s breath caressed.
It seems time would’ve shuddered to a halt
when the Timeless One slept with ass and ox,
when the Bread of Life was sprinkled with salt,
when I bent to present His gold-filled box.
He’s the paradox: Prophet, Priest, and King;
the Word—fleshed, yet, I recall His babbling.

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Fra Angelico — The Adoration of the Magi (c. 1440 – 1460)
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC (Detail)
Leonardo DiVinci (circa 1480), The Adoration of the Magi (unfinished)
Oil and tempera on panel
Dimensions Height: 243 cm (95.6 in); Width: 246 cm (96.8 in)
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