"We cried King"
by Ayinde Russell
On a night so humble that stars kneeled at the pew of our atmosphere
Like wearied knights fallen prostrate in the court of their lord
As though the throne room of heaven had somehow settled into a lowly stable
in a desert
leaving only the most common of creatures to serve attendance of the coming messiah
And we cried King
The ground did not tremble
Continents did no quake at our savior’s arrival
Only the convulsing womb of a virgin girl
And the technonics of the plays building invisibly behind the veil of our natural realm
An opus resonating through the hallways of the ever-after proclaiming
Christ’s arrival
And we cried King
And for a moment an atlas appeared in the sky,
A heavenly compass
A breach in the firmament between eternity and us
A torch over the horizon given to help seekers navigate the distance
And winged messengers to chaperone the light
Pointing out the direction for the weary and crying “This is the way!”
And we cried King
Followed by a procession of unlikely celebrants
As mortals and immortals stood star-struck
As creator takes his firsts breaths
Clothed in rib cage and skin
Muscle and bone
Flesh and blood
Delivered to us
To deliver us
Breathing with us
To give us breath for us
And we cried King
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