Coracle

SCOTT CAIRNS

When the God inclined to coat himself in clay, 

this many-colored coat of clay we wear,

the clay itself became the holy craft

by which we venture farther into his

most holy personhood and very light

comprised of holy personhood he deigned

to share. Take heart. If his inclination

appears just now to have become a waste

of good intentions, we might just yet effect

a likely course correction, steering north,

or east—in any case, some yet untried

direction yielding now a somewhat more

effectual result. 

      As most are drawn 

to beauty, as all desire joy, we might

remember each of these is laden with

a measure of descent, that each of these

is sore comprised of suffering. Every

word proves every bit mysterious as 

the Word himself, and every term proves crux—

both terminus and new departure. Yea,

our comings and our goings yet appear

to occupy a scene of duly tendered 

travel. Your coracle awaits. Embark.