I just finished reading St. Athanasius’ On the Incarnation and my heart is full as I ponder the awesomeness of its subject: the Word of God made flesh. I especially am captivated by the beauty of the Son of God as the Image of God and the restorer of humans created “in the image of God.”
Athanasius uses an analogy of a painter restoring his image on corrupted wood. The passage resonated with my soul and I recommend you all read it in Section 14 of On the Incarnation.
For now, though, perhaps you might catch a glimpse of this wonderful idea in this little poem I scribbled during class:
I am an image of myself
Yet formerly One greater.
Soiled, smudged, and shadowy,
An icon turned to traitor.
Ruined of mine own accord,
In need of Perfect Painter,
Who shall restore with loving skill
The art of the Creator.
Just a little reflection through rhyme. I’d love to hear any thoughts you might have. 🙂