To take on flesh,

 hunger and thirst.

  To learn pain.

Born without words

 the Word, where angels sang

  his cry rose in the midnight air.

He had to learn to trust us

 to feed him, give him drink,

  teach him to speak and walk.

And fed, he preached

 And walked the long walk

  to the cross

and drank the cup.

 His cry to heaven

  hung in the air

until he spoke forgiving words

 and swaddled in his grave

  left us, newborn.

Diane Vreuls has published a book of poems, a novel, a collection of short stories, and a children’s picture book. She lives in Oberlin, Ohio.
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