So much time You spent this advent in strict seclusion,
apparently to end our
strict seclusions –
the evidence of solitude lifelong and (we’re taught) aeons
longer;
in the shade and marrow of this house of bones –
‘til You get a foot in the door promising to swing it wide
to the multitudes; to ecstasy and sorrow;
to death and decay; to Self; to God.
You intervened – constant Companion;
working Yourself into exhaustion to change the equation.
Where once were two – self on one side,
universe on the other – now there’s an indistinct,
yet powerful, volatile third – a method and option opened
to penetrate and redeem the reclusive,
drop soul nature of every human being.
O child of God, all He’s asking
is that you share creation with its Creator.
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