The Word
Son, ferried within water, the womb
of his mother. She, comforted
on the back of a donkey,
led at the hand by a hopeful man,
father, to the House of Bread.
Seer, sounding words that seared the
hearts of those who heard, time
in the temple as He lives into His
name, declarations undoing the
calm, intentional unsettling.
Sovereign, carried as costly cargo
atop a beast of burden
led among shouts, disciples
offering praises as He entered
the city, Abode of Peace, and
exited, a
Saviour, ascending the hill, neither
ferried nor carried, but sent
to be buried with threats and
words sending Him to the
grave where he stayed, quietly
undoing death, then moved
this time alone.
Love led him out on his own
two feet, called forth by the
Father, leading Him into the
world, fleshing the Word,
leading the Way.
