by J. Randal Matheny © 2015

God walked the earth — disturbed the ground
created, to sidle up to man —
in Eden’s garden, in Israel’s dust,
his first two creatures, and multitudes.

He sweated under the sweltering sun,
tired of trips, disciples’ bickering —
the selfish jostle of constant crowds —
ignorant insults of hardened hearts.

Into himself all pain was drawn —
from him come light and healing balm —
he left no prints in Galilee,
but peoples heaven with pierced hands.

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