Think of a man
Whose birth was foretold by seers,
Announced by an archangel,
And birthed by a virgin!

Think of a man
Who chose to lose himself,
So we would not lose it all.
Who was brought low,
So we could be uplifted
To our full divine potential.
His head,
Palm, and feet bled;
His heart was the Red Sea,
Parted so we could
Reach the Supreme Being.

Think of a man
Who was denied,
Betrayed, and rejected
By the very ones
He hoped to save.

Think of a man
Who said yes to death,
Tabled his life,
A ransom for many.
Who took the blows and spittle,
Who, covered in grime and ridicule,
Had only one intention:

To bridge the gap
Between darkness and illumination.

By Rejoice Igelle