Incarnate

Incarnate

Feet that walk in Garden cool,
Stride atop tempestuous seas.
Voice that speaks creation’s all.
Hands smear clay – a blind man sees.
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Weary head on pillow stone,
Laughing eyes in knowing love,
Jordan’s droplets in his hair
Spirit-kissed by heaven's dove.

Borrowed flesh paid debts not owed;
Shattered torso, hands and feet.
Sovereign. Savior. Servant. Friend.
Your breath in me. My soul complete.

by L.A. McLeod
​9/2020