Oh God,
come any other way,
but not as a child.
Come in a space ship
so we can call you alien,
and just a figment.
Wash up on shore
as a castaway, an unknown,
scraggly and salt soaked.
Walk into town as a vagabond
so we can look and call authorities
to distance us.
Stand by the side of the road
with a cardboard sign
so we can hand you a twenty and drive on.
But please don’t come as a baby.
Don’t come and coo and cry
and take our breath away.
Don’t come as we did,
dependant and humble
and wrapped up tight.
Just don’t, don’t be so vulnerable
as a wonder from a womb
bathed in the liquid of humanity.
Don’t come as a child, please.
For then we would need to
hold you in our arms.
Don’t come as an infant
so innocent and small
for we might get emotional.
Don’t come as we once were
to become as we
should be.
Don’t come in this mysterious way
for then we might come
and adore You.
Gerald the Writer 
soul-stirring
Thanks for stopping by Rich. Merry Christmas!
If only he would have come our way…..so thankful he came HIS way…changing HIStory,
Merry Christmas Nancy!
What an awesome poem, Jerry. Loved it.
Thanks Wanda. Merry Christmas!
Jerry, this is an amazing piece!
Thank You Peter!
okay, I have just signed up to receive your posts in my email inbox, so there will be no forgetting on my part! =) Anyway, I love this poem and will share it this weekend in my weekly post round-up! snaps snaps. beautiful.
thanks Grace! Peace.
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May I say to you Grace that you also bless with your words!
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Jerry, I read this poem to my family after Christmas dinner today. So beautiful, friend. Thank you.
Merry Christmas Laura. Is it weird to love one of your own poems? I am glad God came down here in humility. So amazing.
Beautiful poem tenderly focusing on the birth of the infant child, the Incarnate Christ.
Praise be!