Christ of the Lowly

Flailing as an embodied creature, I beg

That I might not fight these limitations

But instead I may know you through your immanence

Your reverse transcendence, spiraling downward

For the sake of the lowly.

Like Adam, like Eve, I yearn to rise

To your capacious level of existence – surpassing all knowledge.

My recalcitrant being, locked in sin of the self delusional,

Fraught with insipid self-importance, cries out.

Orient me now, here, forever towards the Christ of the lowly,

Met among the calloused and putrid feet of those we trample.

Make me low and in your love make me whole, Christ of the lowly.

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