A poem about what love can look like
Enamored by the notion of “God with us”
is beautifully illustrated throughout “A Strange Kind of Glory”.
Another treasure you gifted us straight from your heart.
💖
Flesh is a strange kind of glory –
drumbeats, thirst, the scent of ripe oranges,
skin on skin, the flinch away from pain –
a smelly, curious, wishful glory.
Wonderful lines, and expressing the heart of the whole story...
I love this line "Flesh is a strange kind of glory" - it really resonates with me.
It's a favorite line of mine as well (but that's a secret!). Thank you for reading, dekabrista. ❤️
Wonderful.
Thank you for reading. I'm so glad it spoke to you.
It was time for this poem. It says so much. Thank you for sharing!
So glad the poem showed up at the right time for you. Thank you for reading!
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
Because loving someone
asks to be where they are –
to guard their sleep,
to share their breakfast,
to breathe their breath and taste their tears.
Our human-ness is our gift and our treasure. The most shocking and beautiful thing about Christianity is that God, through Jesus, agreed with this. God chose to enter this world and to live alongside us: sleeping, eating, loving, weeping.
What a gorgeous poem! I’m so glad you saved it.
God, with us! Isn't that a thing, though?
Thanks so much for reading, Ann. Love to you in the midst of what I'm guessing is an extra-tender holy season, this year.
Thank you, my friend. I feel and reflect the love you send. 💛✨
There's something in the way you write about religion that speaks to me and usually none of that does. Thanks
That's a compliment I know how to value. Thanks, Weston -- I'm glad it speaks to you.
I love the call-answer structure of this poem. Very well created.
And I wish you the same you wish us, your readers.
Thanks so much, Arjan. ❤️
Enamored by the notion of “God with us”
is beautifully illustrated throughout “A Strange Kind of Glory”.
Another treasure you gifted us straight from your heart.
💖
Flesh is a strange kind of glory –
drumbeats, thirst, the scent of ripe oranges,
skin on skin, the flinch away from pain –
a smelly, curious, wishful glory.
Wonderful lines, and expressing the heart of the whole story...
I love this line "Flesh is a strange kind of glory" - it really resonates with me.
It's a favorite line of mine as well (but that's a secret!). Thank you for reading, dekabrista. ❤️
Wonderful.
Thank you for reading. I'm so glad it spoke to you.
It was time for this poem. It says so much. Thank you for sharing!
So glad the poem showed up at the right time for you. Thank you for reading!
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.
Because loving someone
asks to be where they are –
to guard their sleep,
to share their breakfast,
to breathe their breath and taste their tears.
Our human-ness is our gift and our treasure. The most shocking and beautiful thing about Christianity is that God, through Jesus, agreed with this. God chose to enter this world and to live alongside us: sleeping, eating, loving, weeping.
What a gorgeous poem! I’m so glad you saved it.
God, with us! Isn't that a thing, though?
Thanks so much for reading, Ann. Love to you in the midst of what I'm guessing is an extra-tender holy season, this year.
Thank you, my friend. I feel and reflect the love you send. 💛✨
There's something in the way you write about religion that speaks to me and usually none of that does. Thanks
That's a compliment I know how to value. Thanks, Weston -- I'm glad it speaks to you.
I love the call-answer structure of this poem. Very well created.
And I wish you the same you wish us, your readers.
Thanks so much, Arjan. ❤️