Love
transformed into flesh
Man:
~because of death
because of choice
because of pain~
the most vulnerable.
Extravagance
transformed into flesh
obeyed
hoped
suffered
lay down and died.
Lavish compassion
transformed into flesh
the generous bounties of God
given away
laid bare
naked
vulnerable.
And I will list
all the things that need praising:
the invincible, the unchanging, the eternal
suffering, hoping, opening.
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When I see the faces of the vulnerable~
the weak
the poor
the humble
the sick
the broken
I remember Him
what He became~ vulnerable
and the extravagance of love in that becoming...
and I hope that I too, might know such vulnerability
so that others would be able to taste
extravagant love,
feel lavish compassion.
I choose this, then,
a vulnerable life.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Isaiah 63: Vulnerable
Posted by April at 7:11 AM
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3 comments:
You choose it and you are living it, April. Awesome poem.
beautiful and transparent. love you.
amazing sister
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