You made yourself man-sized,                               
a fleshing in of infinity;                                           
the secrets of origin folded
in and under your skin.
The whole weight of creation contained
in a single, boundless man.
A carrier of Sovereignty.

You turned everything around
in the melding of an antiphonal
God-man. In the Word’s wordplay,
paradoxes abound;
The I AM 
comfortable with dichotomy,
yoking wisdom and foolishness,
inverting logic 
and transposing majesty.

And so I’m held
in the cleft of your belly button
and find my refuge in the curve of your back.
Your shoulder is a banner
over me; your ear-lobe, my strong tower.
I shall abide under the shadow of your
Adam’s apple and find my rest
on the edge of an eyelash.
In your punctured palm I find my fortune 
and beneath your broken feet 
I find my liberty.

My God-riddled, Man-God,

Glory Be.