Incarnation

This is an amazing poem to start Advent.  It comes to us from across oceans, continents and time from St. Augustine.  Enjoy.

Man’s maker was made man,

that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast;

that the Bread might hunger,

the Fountain thirst,

the Light sleep,

the Way be tired on its journey;

that the Truth might be accused of false witness,

the Teacher be beaten with whips,

the Foundation be suspended on wood;

that Strength might grow weak;

that the Healer might be wounded;

that Life might die.

  • Augustine of Hippo (Sermons 191.1)
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