Agape - Poem by Mark Sauer
To love is to be vulnerable. It
Is to acknowledge incompleteness.
Yet if God is love, how can God admit
Of need? Can He contain an emptiness,
Some man-shaped void that we are formed to fit
Within His heart, a cosmic lock that we
Alone can turn? Why should the One submit
To yearn, to dash His own serenity?
Empedocles' sphere hatched a universe;
Perfection broke; infinity was cowed
And found wanting. Unity grew diverse,
Engendering a Son amidst a crowd
Of lesser angels, and finally, us.
God shattered Himself, in His loneliness
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