I enjoy writing poetry because it offers a way for me to connect my head and my heart. When it comes to my faith, and much of life for that matter, I tend to engage primarily with my head, the logical, left brain part of myself. This poem is an attempt to integrate my whole self — the abstract and the concrete, logic and emotion, reason and creativity — as I contemplate the Incarnation. This poem was first published by Ekstasis.
A Theologian’s Dilemma
How do you empty a light of its light?
How does the clockmaker enter the caliber?
How does the immeasurable become finite?
How does the author become a character?
Why would the morning surrender to night?
Why would a great king become a pauper?
Why would the all-seeing limit his sight?
Why would he thirst, who is living water?
I set my mind to comprehend these things,
to wrap them up in a tidy package,
propositions placed in concentric rings—
but how reality outstrips language.
Questions come crashing as waves on the shore,
but better than knowing, is to adore.
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