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dust: Mary Karr, “Descending Theology: Christ Human”
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Such a short voyage for a god,and you arrived in animal form so as not to scorch us with your glory.Your mask was an infant’s head on a limp stalk, sticky eyes smeared blind,limbs rendered useless in swaddle. You came among beastsas one, came into our care or its lack, came crying as we all do, because the human frameis a crucifix, each skeletos borne a lifetime. Any wanting soul lainprostrate on a floor to receive a pouring of sunlight might—if still enough,feel your cross buried in the flesh. One has only to surrender,you preached, open both arms to the inner, the ever-present hold,out-reaching every want. It’s in the form embedded, love adamant as bone.In a breath, we can bloom and almost be you
— writing in the dust: Mary Karr, “Descending Theology: Christ Human”
