The Word takes flesh in inward hours
when Mother nurses Child and prays
that children everywhere will joy
through length of days.
The Word takes flesh in seasons when
no spring rains fall, when harvests fail,
when winter eats our hopes, when we
learn life is frail.
The Word takes flesh in newborn love,
in days of wonder, in the long
fidelities that losses test,
in trust grown strong.
The Word takes flesh in burning years
of war, when splintered heartbreak learns
the price of lust for others’ lands
whose lives greed spurns.
The Word take flesh in questions and
in doubts that ask why buildings fall
on playgrounds, why a loved one dies,
if this is all?
The Word takes flesh in darkness
and in light, in tears and pain,
in laughter bubbling like the sun
through falling rain.
The Word takes flesh in living centuries
of human struggle to discover how
to weave the hours into real life. The Word
still takes flesh now.
©2008 Abbey of St. Walburga