we were known.
And there was a day your words
filled the atmospheres with light
for the very first time.
There is always a before.
Before you were conceived
in confines of a womb,
Bright Morning Star.
You became little -
Precious Baby, God so small;
rejected from an inn to the hay
on a night the veil grew thin on hallelujahs.
God in the form of flesh contained
in a vessel of earth-bound love
for your human travels.
All of your omnipotence
given over to the brunt of nail,
body against wood and thrusting sword.
For our smallness to be lifted in
the fullness of infinite grace,
and so, to live forever.
Day 16 Prompt - little
Painting - Brian Kershisnik