Nielsen’s Nook

Nielsen’s Nook
Nielsen’s Nook
Contemplative, reflective, and irenic we pray.
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“Crown him with many crowns,” up our voices ring.
The resplendent gold and gems circumscribed
The regal head eternally divine.

Preembodied hands, willfully took up
The majestic glory of divine right,
Laying down, his golden crown, to become.

To enter into time and space, walking
Grace among his created-own he moved
With kindred care, emptied of heav’nly wealth.

He came low to raise us high. We replied
By circumscribing Adam’s thorny curse
Around his perfect head, hanging him dead.

The God who became man now bled the ground,
With red compassion true. His curséd crown
Pressing our God-unlikeness to the grave.

Alone this curséd crown of thorn and brier
remains entombed where Perfection once laid
His regal head, no longer dead, but raised.

Will Nielsen
Februrary 8, 2006

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