Inherited, Everlasting, Bountiful

inherited everlasting bountiful there is no shining sun because it is not the sun’s turn to shine. instead these stars glisten and sparkle from heavens we stretch our arms and faith to touch and shine down on this earth, this divine planet, which houses the baby who has already inherited the weight of the world and it’s humans and it’s human sins. this manger feels too soft, too first-breath fresh for me to not feel the contrast of a pure and golden Son against a cruel and unforgiving backdrop of crimes of flesh and guts. his mother is weeping, tears of exhaustion from hours of birth and tears of joy from being the mother of the Savior, and my heart crescendos to see a bruised and crying babe amongst soft cascades of gold and frankincense and myrrh. joseph himself, the father of the son of the Father, idles at the top of the trough with a hand on the top of his first child’s head and smiles at us with a comforting sweeping gesture meant to drive us closer. my feet and my soul ache to crawl; to fall to my knees and drag myself to the edge of the hay littering this impromptu church and bow my head to worship the everlasting light and love and redemption of my newborn Deliverer jesus christ. as i reach the edge of this makeshift crib i am blessed upon blessings to see the small upturn of the messiah’s lips as he finally succumbs to the first slumber of a righteous and bountiful life filled with whores and betrayal and forgiveness and adoration so rich it pours from his eyes and his mouth and his hands to heal his people and bring us joy because our lord God deigned us able to save, if only we have the heart to change. and when his life ends, blood dripping down an unrelentingly strong brow from beneath a crude crown of thorns, hands and feet impaled against cedar, pine, and cypress grown upon, within, his Father’s green earth, this divine planet, ribs broken open by spears declared the unrepentant love and light and forgiveness of the true Jehovah and shined down on us the shame and irony of killing the man meant to save us from murder.