God curled up
smaller than my fist
embryo
divine.
Waiting.
Timeless one
now ticking,
each beat
counting down
the moments
cause every life
has limits.

Even His.

God limited
by choice,
enthroned
in the womb
of the unwed,
waiting.
Purpose
in each point,
Patiently
Unfolding.
Protected
by angels eager,
and a father
reluctant.

 

 

Given.
That’s what You did.
You have given
Yourself.

Baby God
crowning,
ripping,
stretching,
coming.
Pain is the portal
for Your coming.
Sacrifice.
Giving.
And not giving up.

Arriving.

God-man
breathes,
cries,
finds
comfort,
in a mother.

God-man
sees,
learns,
finds
shelter,
in a father.

He is
like us.

God
needing.
God
receiving.
God
held.

Jesus.
That is what we call the God-man.
Incarnate.
That’s what we say he is.
Emmanuel.
This is why we sing at Christmas.

God

with

us.