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Incarnation
In this ever expanding and amazing universe
A Soul — 
An unattached, non-corporeal, free and timeless creative power
Is given
BODY.
Human baby body.
Confining, dependent, vulnerable.

Given TIME.
Very particular, limited time —
Expectant, star-filled, bloody time.
No form becomes human form.

What privilege is this
[a tiny slice of time carved out of the eternal I AM]
To know the finite within the infinite;
To be limited by a “here” and a “now”
Of pain and pleasure
On this bi-polar Earth!
What privilege (mine!) this hair’s breadth of time!
Moving from the womb of God,
Content, secure, unconscious knowing
To jarring, disorienting, messy, noise-filled, beautiful, ugly, sensory-overloaded
HUMAN.
It is a near total eclipse 
hiding all but a sliver of divine origins.

Except for One
Who came and comes 
Knowing his Wherefrom and Whereto
Reminding all our corporeal, incarnate selves:
GOD is ONE
before, behind, from, to, in all, through all,
GOD.

The blazing star, uneclipsed, catches the imagination of the wise.
Music in the air overwhelms the ears of those used only to bleating. 
Glory!
Peace to all of Goodwill — of Godwill!

– MKS, 2020