word made flesh, the intangible promise
held in flimsy, slippery flesh
fetched by human fleshy hands
like (yet not) an author's unshapable story
pressed, bound and sewn together,
decaying vessel for an infinite artifact
many metaphors to describe the gift,
fashioned by the author and finisher Himself,
divinely spoken to the saints, for us
word that is seed, tiny vessel of hope
grown, scattered and sown forever
though it fall on thorny soil
light that shines through sight unseen,
now opened and shown altogether,
obscured, as it were, but ailve
contained in plain truth of a backalley birth
(swift moment of transformation)
delivered for our deliverence
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