Arrival

Naked little one, so fragile and small
carried by the virgin, tied to the Almighty One.
Into the world you came
through her labor of love
and the labouring breath
of the divine One.

A life set apart
Sharing in our broken bones
our desert hearts
our nothingness.

There

breathing struggling deserted
entangled by the slavery of our humanity
naked. fragile. divine.
still God — and no less dust.
Humbly choosing a labouring path
servant-given, crux-shaped collapse.

There

Under the shadow of his labours
He breaks forth like the waters in the desert
Rises up as the doves of promise
And ascends

crowded exalted glorified finished

to a new well-watered garden
where labours have reached its end
and a jubilee of tongues will ever more cry aloud

Glory glory glory to God in the highest!
and peace on earth among those
with whom he is pleased!