Your Human Form Poem by Marieta Maglas

When You were born in a human form
and You chose to be limited and when
the angels of the witnesses in the eyes
of the clouds stood, you have gathered


all the sinful sincerities for a bleeding
crucifixion. You came to go and I could
understand your divine burning. You're
plus against minus, the purity touching


the cursed wood. You're just plus, You're
only '' Yes '' and, in Your mirror, this living
illness within us is like the face of a wrongdoer,
or like the paralyzed knees in kneeling,


or like the bitter sap coming from the roots
to feed the death. You cure us for the good
deeds of our hands, You save the light of our
thoughts and the old, bad things belonging


to our imagination are creatively destroyed.
We are not only a part of the earth but also a part
of heaven and you climbed down this heaven
to be with us~ seeds of conscience growing up.