God spoke, and the first day purpled the sky. That Word
Hurtled at light-speed toward the earth,
Moving over millennia through each orbiting of the tired planet,
Compressed itself into the child’s eyes, as they opened
for the first time on strangers and straw and dust.
The commands God etched in stone on the mountain
Now softened into a beating heart,
fulfilling and finishing the law with its flesh.
His veins carried forgiveness, contagious,
the antidote to our disease.
Hay wisped his feet, yet to take a step,
Still the same that chased
Jonah back to God, followed Joseph for miles
into slavery and back to freedom.
Womb-wet hair clung to the ears that understood
the wails of a weary, waiting Israel.
The empty sky echoed wild cries
from lungs filling with their first earthly breaths.
Oxygen atoms, circulating since Adam,
Passed through the mouth that spoke the universe into being—
The same syllable God spoke long ago,
Now on the other side of the stars.