a step into the waters, the crowd is stilled–the wind had changed inexplicably
the cells of Spirit-sparked life quickly begin to assume a shape, tiny and unseen
“stop! I am not worthy–You come too close”
a human boy breathes
skin, muscles, bone, laughing-sad eyes
he speaks and loves and sees
taken by choice under the Jordan, breath held in his lungs,
unbursting
his heart momentarily speeds its pulsing of blood–
miracles temptation questions pain wisdom suffering healing sorrow “Come to Me…”
s u b m e r g e d
the incarnation his baptism
his living, the death of us
his submersion into humanity, our complete and full reversal
though we protest to let You enter
and let you turn our faces to be Beloved.
kgracecollins 
Only the Holy Spirit could have produced your true inspiration. Inspired words that make usfeel what you were thinking. Great job!
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Thanks for this ‘painting of words.’ In can only reflect on how his ‘submersion into humanity’ was fueled by thousands of years of stooping to the needs of his image-bearer. I find the Incarnation all the more stunning when we realize that pain, loss, and self-imposed exile had already occurred…much earlier.
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