A love poem

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Incarnate

Feet that walk in Garden cool,
Stride atop tempestuous seas.    
Voice that speaks creation’s all. 
Hands smear clay – a blind man sees. 
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Weary head on pillow stone,
Laughing eyes in knowing love,
Jordan’s droplets in his hair
Spirit-kissed by heaven's dove.

Borrowed flesh paid debts not owed;
Shattered torso, hands and feet.
Sovereign.  Savior.  Servant.  Friend.
Your breath in me.  My soul complete.      

by L.A. McLeod
​9/2020