By: Thomas C. Pfizenmaier
The One who wove the helix, woven now in flesh,
Bound fast together on the earth, God and Man enmeshed.
Ineffably committed, no way out, nor back.
It is finished; God is Man, of mercy now, no lack.
Echo of sage and prophet now find your voice in him,
Present now for all – or none – to hear his joyful hymn.
Deep shadow now illumined, in flashing flesh grown bright,
Present now for all – or none – to see his holy light.
The roadless way is travelled, with tiny fetal feet.
She sweats and cries and thrashes, all for him to meet.
Seraphic eyes now shielded under pinioned wings,
Creation gasps upon his birth, and heaven starts to sing.
Oh Healer of the primal wound, who wounded must become,
Join us here in our travail, and be of sin our sum.
We welcome you, we WELCOME you! – Come well – Lord Jesus come,
For in the chasm of our souls you’ll find your journey’s run.
Oh deep long night of winter, when all is dark and drawn,
Arise now all creation sing, the glories of your Dawn!
The endless end is ending, God’s kairos now has come.
The Son is here to save us, “it is finished,” just begun…