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The Incarnation

Lee Evans

One evening as I sat home by the fire,
The winter solstice circled in the dark
About the house. I felt it through the walls—
The dimly lit walls flickering like my heart.

It seemed to me I was an amputee
Home from the war, shell shocked and traumatized,
My face disfigured and my mind impaired.

All of a sudden I was known by God,
Who had become me in my misery
And taken on himself my guilt and fear—
Before my embryo had been conceived,
Before the universe had been revealed.

And I, transfigured though as yet unhealed,
Was blessed in what was once my blind despair.