The kingdom broke into quiet towns
—Bethlehem, Nazareth, Galilee—
with Sabbath scandals and silenced demons
The Uncreated One slipped into
time through a virgin womb,
soiled his feet on earth-beyond-Eden:
the garden poisoned by the serpent
dipped in thorns, decay, crooked hearts
He came,
not in the image of man-made idols
but in the shape of Scripture:
suffering servant, man of sorrows,
acquainted with grief
He came,
among a people with priests and temple
but far from God.
The kingdom broke into sinful souls
outside the holy city, on Passover,
when the shadow descended
the blood of the last Lamb fell on Golgotha,
swept over the doorposts of repentant hearts
—“It is finished”—
and death will pass away like a dream
Pen and Fire 