It’s when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind’s shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
In our neglect of the Word,
our dismissal of its Incarnation,
have we lost awareness of its power
to destroy as well as save?
Have we, in our new world, put such things away and become
deaf and blind?
Forgotten that this guest requires our hospitality,
lost respect for its savage beauty?
The Word became Flesh -
we, children of wordsmiths,
can venerate or ignore it.
Will the Word find a home in us?