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Incarnate | poem

Non-believer, your lashes fashion mystery—stories of thorny eyes, silk wine, blood spraying stone.
Non-believer, you are the anchor in God’s ruby sea. Your arms are pillars, your mouth a cross, your skin scripture.
Non-believer, you bleed Truth. The Gospel’s in your hips and fists, under chewed nails, traced fingerprints.
You are the incarnate Unknown—something you hate so much—what I love most.