Nov 29: Wondering

He wonders what it would be like

To run and dance and leap for joy

And feel the soft caress of human touch.

To kiss and lift and swim.

To sweat and smell and shiver.

After millennia of looking on,

Enjoying the view from near and far,

Of wandering and wondering,

In time’s fullness the Eternal One

Enters, enfleshes, emerges

Into time.

A baby in cold damp stable.

Dirty diaper against soft skin.

Coddled, cuddled and swaddled.

First step abrasions and

Tears and snotty nose.

Mother’s comforting embrace.

Olive wood slivers and

Solid seat in hand made chair.

Touch of scroll in candlelight.

Warmth of fire and kindling’s crackle.

Back slaps and friend’s embrace.

Weary legs and dusty feet.

Perfume drenched hair.

Salty fish breakfast.

A wooden cross.

Final destination.

Finally reached.

Back torn open.

Arms outstretched.

The pierce of flesh

And gasping breath.

And then,

In dark cold tomb,

Light and pulse of

Resurrection.

Embodied.

Incarnation.

Shared existence.

No longer wondering.

He felt it all.

Still feels it all.

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From Dan's book Listen to your Life: a year of poetic pondering