TITLE: Immanuel (repost) By roj miedes 07/16/09 |
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Immanuel-
From the first breath,
the first idea
of me, the me
I see
God’s breath, God’s idea:
my first cry
In the crib
echoed in that Friday-
It was my cry he cried.
I and my days
are numbered with His numbers:
the cells that make me
is infinitely His.
His
Flesh scourged
With my painful whips,
Whispers:
My pain is healed.
What do I have
that bears no
resemblance
to his human divinity?
to His divine humanity?
All is His.
All His.
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