Nicodemus

I came to him at night, questions gnawed
At the base of my skull. Who was this roar
Of thunder? Who was this so-called Lord?
Who silenced scholars and struck crowds with awe?
To see the Kingdom of God we must be born
A second time. What riddle was this then?
Were our mothers to once again be torn,
By us, once babies, now full-grown men?
Born through the Spirit from above he said,
He brought to earth unearthly things indeed,
Strange distant heaven swam into my head,
Was this redemption that hope’s laws decreed?
I went from him to ponder my odd gains,
Bracing myself for new love’s labour pains.

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