He

born blind; half human, half empty
blind to the Truth, blind to my own state of affairs
human yet missing even the knowing of something missing
a hole in my heart that only ached, not knowing it needed filling
a bleak picture of half a man, ever seeking, ever searching
ever running from the monster in the mirror
lost to myself, to the kingdom, to the King
lost to the King; my being cut out of existence


IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD, THE WORD WAS LIGHT AND LIFE
HE CAME TO THE WORLD OF MEN, HE HAD CREATED IT
HE GAVE HIS LIGHT AND LIFE TO THE WORLD OF MEN
HE SPENT INFINITY GIVING HIMSELF TO THE WORLD OF MEN
THEY HAD TURNED FROM HIM, YET HE STILL GAVE LIGHT AND LIFE
TO THOSE WHO WOULD TURN BACK


ever seeking, yet somehow knowing,
the direction sought was not the one traveled
this life was producing Death, running to-and-fro and accomplishing nothing
beating the air with my fists, vain rebellious conformity to the world
searching roads that ought not be traveled, push past the warnings
now mired in the swamps, feeling Death
i knew i needed to extend a hand, to reach beyond myself
somehow to find the Truth beyond this world, to find Life, to have it live in me
only the hole in my heart ached now, stuffed with the Death i had filled it with
it was visible, the black oozing scar where a soul should be
and then i knew, i must reach beyond myself, to the only cure


THE WORD TOOK THE WORLD HE HAD CREATED, THE WORLD THAT HAD DENIED HIM
AND PLACED IT UPON HIS SHOULDERS, THE DEATH, REBELLION, HATRED, VILE...
HE TOOK UPON HIMSELF THE DEATH OF THE REBELLION WORLD
THE PLUNGING DAGGER OF VENOMOUS DECAY INTO HIS OWN BURNING BLEEDING HEART
THE WORD EMBRACED THE DEATH THAT WAS ELECTED BY HIS OWN CREATION, HE SWALLOWED IT WHOLE


AND DIED

THE UNIVERSE WENT OUT, INFINITY HAD ENDED, LIFE WAS DEAD, LIGHT WAS DARK
DEATH ITSELF, HEIR TRIUMPHANT, PRESUMED TO CLIMB THE THRONE
THE ACCUSER GLOATED, TAUNTING, VICTORY WON...


...YET DEATH COULD NOT KEEP IT’S HOLD UPON HIM!
THE AUTHOR OF LIFE, THOUGH DEAD, NOW LIVED!
FOR THE RESURRECTION-LIFE COULD NOT BE KEPT IN DEATH, THE WORD REIGNS
THE LIFE-LIGHT BLAZED OUT OF THE DARKNESS; THE DARKNESS COULDN’T PUT IT OUT



and the Word turned to me; He looked and He saw
He stretched out his Bleeding Hands; hands offering Life
He offered his Life; He offered to fill the hole where my heart should be
with his Bleeding Heart
and where once had been emptiness, was now The Life
and where once was crusted blackness and oozing decaying Death
now flowed the streams of Living Infinity



i have met the Word
the great Fountain of Life at the center of Infinity


HE LIVES WITHIN ME