Incarnation

Horrid Blogger has stretched my profile photo ugly past few days.

I'm sorry if Miss Pancake Face scared you.

Now I shall remove her from my blogskin...

Till I find a solution.

I'll be back.

Besides these petty issues,

Life's gearing up for me.

It's not perfect

But I know it is in good hands.

Incarnation was never a beautiful word to me.

It reminded me of flaky fables

And overdone thinking.

I've found new meaning to it today at lecture.

It's no longer I who live

But Forever who lives in me.

When I execute his words,

I convert its substance into being.

I transit them from the invisible

To the visible.

Words are really just black letters on paper

Until I carry them out.

He created Literature.

How lovely are his words.

He is the best speaker in the world.

These things are simply captivating,

"Have you commanded the morning since your days began,

And caused the dawn to know its place,

That it might hold of the ends of the earth,

And the wicked be shaken out of it?

Have you entered the springs of the sea?

Or have you walked in search of the depths?

Have the gates of death been revealed to you?

Or have you seen the doors of the shadow of death?

Have you comprehended the breadth of the earth?

Tell Me, if you know all this.

Where is the way to the dwelling of light?

And darkness, where is its place,

That you may take it to its territory,

That you may know the paths to its home?

Do you know it, because you were born then,

Or because the number of your days is great?

Have you entered the treasury of snow,

Or have you seen the treasury of hail,

Which I have reserved for the time of trouble,

For the day of battle and war?

By what way is light diffused,

Or the east wind scattered over the earth?

Can you lift up your voice to the clouds,

That an abundance of water may cover you?

Can you send out lightnings, that they may go,

And say to you, 'Here we are!'?

Who has put wisdom in the mind?

Or who has given understanding to the heart?

Who can number the clouds by wisdom?

Or who can pour out the bottles of heaven,

When the dust hardens in clumps,

And the clods cling together?

Who has preceded Me,

That I should pay him?

Everything under heaven is Mine."

"I know that you can do everything,

And that no purpose of Yours can be withheld from You.

I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear,

But now my eye sees You.

Therefore I abhor myself,

And repent in dust and ashes."

I am created by you and for you.

It's no longer about me.

It's all about you.