The Jesus divine and human moves
through streets and skies, touching
hearts with grace and love, saving
souls from the abyss. If only divine,
he's untouchable, distant. Only human,
he can't lift us from our shadows. His
splendor is in the blend, two natures,
separate, never mingled, never confused,
yet harmoniously joined. He walks down
from the mountain, into the mundane,
the city’s hum and beat, the ordinary
rhythms of life. This Christ, this Lord,
wants to reign in every moment, every
detail. Forgetting this, he fades, a
memory, a past figure, a distant light.
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I take this as a metaphor with in a metaphor. Symbolic god now a fading memory. Very nicely done
Thanks Soren, I was trying to emphasize the two natures of Christ, both human and divine at the same time.
And so is the metaphor of god in man and man in god. Old as the Greeks and maybe older.
Great write
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