FOOD
Torn flesh,
gaping wounds,
seeing the gouges in us,
knowing what He meant us to be,
and what we had become.
He wept,
came down,
one of us,
fitting all that Glory,
into flesh
and blood,
bread
and wine.
The liar lied,
fed us shame,
choked us,
stole our breath.
Gave us shit,
called it meat.
Gave us urine,
called it water.
Gave us spit,
called it life.
But it has,
and had,
no power
over love, grace, kindness.
It can not understand
humility,
sacrifice,
spreading arms,
the laying down
of life.
It never saw Him
coming,
the Sustainer,
and our sustenance. |