The Incarnation by Bethany Marroquin (2)

-The Incarnation-

I thought I saw you, there in the grey,
where all of us are piled up
and wilting away, rivers turning to asphalt.

You look so different -
wearing our sewage, breathing our air.
Didn't they tell you
this isn't the place for a god?

You shouldn't be here,
but oh, please don't leave me -
because when I see you,
I think I feel my heart again,
I think I feel my heart.

This isn't the place for a god -
you break your feet on the shattered glass,
and shatter your soul on the broken hearts -
but still you keep on coming.

I've grown used to screeching tires and
hollow winds over dying fields,
but you sound like music.

You shouldn't be here,
but oh, please don't leave me -
because when I see you,
I think I feel my heart again,
I think I feel my heart.

And I'm soaking in the color, and I'm breathing in the light...

Could this be what grass smells like?
It's been so long, I can't remember --
a love that's a gift and not a debt to pay back,
a mercy that breaks all the rules.
Could this be what hope feels like -
When everything you touch bursts into growing?
And I'm soaking in your color,
and I'm breathing in your life.

I think I feel my heart.


Hail the heavenborn prince of peace,
hail the Son of Righteousness.
Light and life to all he brings,
risen with healing in his wings!
Mild he lays his glory by,
born that man no more may die,
born to raise the sons of Earth,
born to give them second birth.