sperma Theou*

"Here, too, however, the Spirit does not interpret, does not initiate us from outside, as it were"
                                                                                                                        (Hans Urs Von Balthasar)

"Therefore we thank Thee for our little light, that is dappled with shadow." (T.S. Eliot)



"sperm of God"

 habitual is til the red wounds can curl into bloom
                                                          (somehow),
                     
sticky as bee's womb, at first
--squirrel with twig in its jaw (a kind of womb, too!),
                  

then a plant's inner fur, sated on wind,
                  
(or even a Lady's forced off-shining,
                                    arms always found  swelling
                                                                (somehow))--
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Here is my version of the Incarnation, with mention made of an often neglected mother's role (inspired by Balthasar somehow)