Thanks!
I wrote a poem called "Incarnation" way back 15 years ago, and these are the four final lines of sixteen.
Here's the whole thing:
INCARNATION
When Christ, for love of splintered light,
of fallen flesh and rotted tree,
of emptied day and fear-filled night,
stooped eagerly from deity
into the blessed Virgin's womb
(enholied by that sacred Leaven),
He gloried hollow atom's tomb
with weight and depth of solid heaven.
Our flesh, now gloried, lucent shines,
as moving streams reflect the sun;
we bodied beings, in Him divine,
now dance and sing, our glory won.
Incarnate Dream! Word in flesh!
Let human words in music, laced
with gloried tongue and throat, express
all praise to Him who flesh has graced!
Yeah, it's strongly influenced by Tolkien: "splintered light" from The Silmarillion, and by Lewis: "depth of solid heaven" from The Great Divorce.
And thanks much,
Alak. I'm just trying to keep up with Helen's inspired art.