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Incarnate
He came in human flesh,
So He would see someone like me,
He wore the robes of pain, grief and struggles,
So He could relate to my emotions.
He took the fall,
So He could understand why I stumble,
He left his lofty throne to walk down the streets of mortals,
To show them the path to immortality,
Desirous that they would listen.
He took on the body that was susceptible to time,
So that He would conquer its recalcitrant hold,
He came in our similitude,
Bound by the elements of nature,
Bound by His creations,
So that He would return in
the volume of all that was written about Him.
He was chauffeured by dawn,
Called to slumber by the night,
Until He had opened the door for us out of darkness,
Until time laid under His feet.
May 8, 2024.
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Thompson Emate
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