by Debbonnaire Kovacs
The One spoke. “I AM unity and grace.
But you may choose.” So Me-First tore away,
And ripped a bloody gash in time and space.
A world crashed through and, blinded, wept for day.
The One spoke. “I AM with you, fractured race.”
A girl said yes, and felt a sudden shift,
As if stars stumbled in their measured pace
When their Creator stepped into the rift.
The One spoke. “I AM here.” A lightning trace
Of incandescent shock lit herdsmens’ eyes
As splendent strangers from another place
Exploded into song that un-told lies.
The torture eased; space-time slid back in place
Around His damply wrinkled newborn face.
Debbonnaire Kovacs, 2003