Translation of Spirit

Breath of life
Spirit incarnate in flesh
Divine looking out of human  eyes
Seeing the world in physical images
The translation has to be hindered
By the matter we are made from 
Form over the infinite
What can be the interpretation?
Love is the only common denominator
The only thing that overcomes the distance
Of eons and archons and endlessness of void
The angels are created beings of purpose
They gaze longingly at all creation
As the heavenly host with all  glory
Can still only imagine what the sensation
What the purpose of a supreme being
To come into flesh and make itself a man
To bear all human separation from itself
To correct the corruption of perfection
 Angelic thought of jealous nature
Such an immense turn of the great work
Yet it in itself was the object of love

For there was no flaw in the light of God

Just the translation of immense glory
Into the limited means of human sight
Help us oh Lord to put ourselves into you
To fulfill your higher thoughts for all