God entered a welcoming virgin’s womb
(as many among us have longed to do . . . )
Ascending, years later, from His own tomb
To rule and to reign from behind the blue.
Passed over us: two thousand years—
Short-term relief for lingering fears.
As if no big thing, these feats by our Lord.
We hear it so often our hearts grow dull.
We’ve nothing but sullen indifference toward
The One who achieved redemption in full.
Blood on the door-posts of your heart;
Egyptian doom: you know this part.
Theater of cruelty; His the main role.
Sad victim—until all fulfillment passed;
The playwright possessed of a blameless soul
whose angel stagehands assisted the cast.
Now Romans marry Jewish brides;
And Christ, the King of Kings, presides.