I have gathered a few writer, poets, friends for a series of guest posts. Today I am privileged to have a writer whose work I have marveled at for a little long while.
I could tell you a few things about this fellow Southerner, father of four boys who practices law, writes poetry and oh, is a musician as well. (He left a few things out of his bio, so I added them here. Host’s prerogative.) But his words tell well on their own.
Welcome Seth and his poetry.
Begotten Not Made
And though he birthed the star alight,
he took to manger underneath
the humbled cry of stifled speech,
of own begotten form.
He suckled there at woman’s breast,
the mouth of God on human skin
he spoke before the world began,
to birth begotten form.
Confined to flesh and swaddled limbs
restrained his own eternal power;
the starry hosts in witching hour
announced begotten form.
And when the kobalt sky was new,
with blushing east and rising love,
creation ceased its groaning song
and held begotten form.
Editor: A Deeper Church
Contributor: Tweetspeak Poetry
Curator: Mother Letters