Like Every Newborn
The Lord is King, and hath put on glorious apparel; the Lord hath put on his apparel and girded himself with strength:
Like every newborn, he has come from very far.
His eyes are closed against the brilliance of the star.
So glorious is he, he goes to this immoderate length
To show his love for us, discarding power and strength.
Girded for war, humility his mighty dress,
He moves into battle wholly weaponless.
Madeleine L’Engle, “Like Every Newborn” in The Ordering of Love: The New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L’Engle
