deep calls to deep

Deep calls to deep,

the imprint of God upon the ghost of spirit,

a watermark in virgin paper,

a tincture of a whisper

from creation’s nativity.

We too bring gifts to the child –

the twisted gold tinsel

crown for a king,

fragrant candle

for a deity,

the romantic fairytale

an antiseptic for reality.

This is a death and entrance,

a lower case alpha and omega,

the bracketed phrase

in the sentence of eternity.

This is no stable,

mucked out and sterile,

but God among

the droppings

of mankind.