‘the Word became flesh and dwelt among us’ King James Bible
Angled obliquely from dim Victorian wall
where cobweb drifts from moulded ceiling
a varnished frame with flowered text,
GOD IS LIGHT, and tangled in calligraphy.
Words pinned like butterflies beneath the glass
far from fields of light where they might fly.
There see a man called Word upon a rutted road,
who steps from his abstraction like a chrysalis.
An image laden Word,
in complexion, breath and sweat,
in flesh, Light’s poetry.
© Steve Isham 14 June 2006