Incarnation

"When You walked here,
took skin, muscle, hair,
eyes, larynx, we
withheld all honour: 'His house is clay,
how can he tell us of His far country?"

- Margaret Avison

I read these poems in 1967 - 68 they continue to resonate today.

Before Abraham was - I AM

"Forsaking all" - Your Voice
never falters, and yet,
unsealing day out of a
darkness none ever knew
in full but You,
you spoke that word, closing it forever:
"Why hast Thou forsaken ...?
This measure of your being all out, and
meaning it, made you
put it all on the line
we, humanly, wanted to draw - at
having you teacher only, or
popular spokesman only, or
doctor or simply a source of sanity
for us, distracted, or only
the one who would wholeheartedly
rejoice with us, and know
our tears, our flickering time, and
stand with us.

But to make it head over heals
yielding, all the way,
you had to die for us.
The line we drew, you crossed,
and cross out, wholly forget,
at the faintest stirring of what
you know is love, is one
whose name has been, and is
and will be, the
I AM.

- Margaret Avison

The Cry of dispossession

Road upgrade! Progress proceeds.. Trees destroyed.
Then came the cries .. of two brown goshawks - 2 year olds - male and female .... no tree=no home. No Home! Call emergency! Wake up! The Homeless are crying ... for home and for justice.

They circle and cry .. for two weeks.
Dispossession .. no compensation.
Eventually they found a new home, we think.
They have chosen to stay in the area.

Here the suddenness of dispossession is so confronting.
Warnings were made that suffering would occur but progress over rode such warnings.
Progress involves cost .... borne by others .. so it's ok!