A Question of Form

A Question of Form
What will lend
Itself to a poem
And in
What form will it come?
How shall it reveal
Itself for what
It is?
We are imaged
After our Creator.
Or were.
What of that which we create?
Does not death beget death
And
Chaos create chaos?
Man.
Originally in the image of God.
Seeking to be like god when
He was already in
The image of God,
Not trusting,
Fell,
Falls.
Now whose image do we see?
Adam.
Fallen
Neither trusting nor trusted,
Malformed, imbalanced, hurt.
Incomplete.
Alone.
Now God takes
The image of man,
Before, when man
Was whole.
The Alpha and the Omega
Incarnate
Incognito.
Adam II
Immanuel:  God with us.
Who being in the form of God,
Took on Himself
The form of a servant
That we might again
Be created in the image of God.
I can't handle it.
There are no words.
The Spirit
The Lord
The Father
Amen!  hallelujah