My kingdom is not of this world

A pre-Advent poem for Christ the King

The flag

I did not come with fire and flood,
but with tender fingertips,
in flesh and squalling hunger
biting through your resignation,
splitting hearts and breaking glory
down into its humblest parts,
to clots of water; born in blood,
I came wrapped in a caul, torn
shadow of that crown of thorns,
no weapon but humility,
a hostage to humanity,
no slogan but a baby’s cry,
no banner but a swaddling cloth
hung out in the sun to dry.

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