In the beginning there was light,
and this light became life for mankind.
From divine nostrils to feldspar veins
was life breathed, and in the blood contained.
In the blood.
A body mystically woven from magic and mud
exploded into action: pumping, cycling, consuming.
Communing with an entire garden of food, air, and
fluid. Taking into itself by some parasitic act of sorcery
the entire physical universe and rewriting it as flesh.
In the blood.
This universe,—breathed into existence from eternity
by a Word; containing within its perfect self that same
Word; containing within its perfect self that very divinity
of which it is consequent—this universe, being the very
Body of God, was given to man as food for life.
In the blood.
But man desired the universe as its own end, its own
reward, and forgot God. Man took the food which
should have been life for him and made it death.
And through the consumption of this death, man took
death into his own flesh and the sickness of sin entered
in the blood.
The once vibrant and life-giving garden became a corpse,
and the stench of this rotting corpse permeated everything,
alleviated only partially in those places where man-as-priest
offered pieces of it back to God to be sterilized. God
blessed these offerings by once more entering into them.
Man-as-priest once more received God by consuming the
flesh of Bulls, and was cleansed by the sprinkling
of the blood.
The stench did not disappear, but festered and
became rancid. Yet man had become accustomed
to the smell, and being used to eating dead flesh
he forgot the taste of true food; being acquainted
with starvation, he forgot nourishment; being familiar
with the world, he forgot God, and forgetting God he
forgot also himself. He forgot the magic residing
in his blood.
But God, having once made man in His own image, now
made Himself to be the very fullness of man. Having once
breathed life into a statue of mud, now breathed vitality
into a corpse. Having once formed clay into the being of man,
now formed flesh into the full Being of God. And having
once filled the Holy of Holies with His infinite glory, He now
filled the womb of a young virgin. Through the Holy Spirit of
God and the flesh of Mary, the divine spark of eternal life
re-entered human flesh.
This God-Man, in a body mystically woven from Spirit and Flesh,
restored communion with an entire universe of food, air, and fluid.
Taking into Himself through some divine act of sorcery the entire
physical universe, He rewrote it into His Flesh. And in His perfect
Flesh, the physical universe became once more the very Body of
God, no longer dead in sin, but alive in Christ.
In His Blood.
In His Blood which was then spilled at the hands of the very men
He came to save, in His Blood which contains the very Life of God,
and so grants Him immunity from death. In His Blood which washes
away forever the stench of death, and heals permanently the
sickness of sin.
In His Blood
which He gave to us as true drink, and in His Body, which He
gave to us as true food, we learn anew how to taste; we
remember what satiation feels like; we abandon the world
in remembrance of Him and so doing inherit the world.
In His Blood, and by His Body, we are healed.
From Divine Flesh to hearts of stone was life
received, and by the Blood was known.
In the end there is light, and that
light is the Christ of mankind.