At Bethlehem, a half-lifespan before,
Eternal God made entrance into time:
In grace, the one for whom all things were made
Was made in human form—and more than form,
For, rising up that day from Olivet,
He entered heaven clad in human flesh
And took his seat beside his Father’s throne
Until, at last, all knees are bent,
All tongues confess, and every enemy
Is placed beneath his scarred and human feet.
Yesterday was Ascension Day, so as I did last year and the year before, I wanted to write a poem suitable for the occasion. Half-formed lines have been bouncing around in my head for more than a week, but I finally got them written down yesterday.
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