Mystery Of Mysteries Poem by Mark Sauer

He leapt arms wide over the precipice,
Emptying and forgetting as He fell,
Dissolving to a speck in the abyss,
Almost as far as Lucifer to hell,
To strike at last in the alien slime.
Then chose, incredibly, to wear my skin,
To clothe Himself in agony and time,
To gag and drink the sewage of my sin,
And peering dimly through my clouded eyes
To speak with clumsy tongue to clay filled ears
Of Truth and Love and Hope, received as lies;
He kissed my running sores and licked my tears,
And gently bade me nail Him to a tree.
So I did. Why would God do this for me?