The Mortal Christ
“Why bother with these irredeemable men?”
I must — for you see,
what you claim ruined belongs to me.
For I am their king —
scourged,
the most ruined of them all.
Behold my kingdom:
a nest of birds with broken wings,
whose mother — disturbed —
has left them to fall.
I weep for the breadth of its lifelessness,
and to the abandoned — comfort I bring.
For I am their empathy —
deliverance by mercy unto the broken.
I swear by the name of our collective reclaim:
may you who suffer — come one, come all.
"A Christ who has become one of us completely —
no longer a god-man among mortals, but a mortal-god of mortals."
Copyright © Cameron Hardenburg | Year Posted 2025
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