After this morning's sermon by Bev Savage I felt well enough and compelled to write this sonnet.
But Jesus was not Jesus then, no more
The Virgin Mary’s son; He was the Word,
With God, the Three in One, in rapt rapport
Held fast by love. The Holy Three conferred
And made the sky, the earth, the sea; His hand
In each creative act. The Spirit soared
Above the seas before that great command,
“Let there be light!” He was the Light; adored
By angels. Darkness could not comprehend.
Then there was life, of countless, teeming kind.
In Him was life and His that life to lend;
The light of men; for Man he had designed
To hold His image and while thus constrained
To free from bondage those whom sin had stained.