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,
the Word.
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?
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