‘The Human Archetype’

 

Christ the God-man slew the tyrant Death.

Christ the God-man ascended to the Heavens

With our whole human nature –

Flesh and soul and bones –

And set it at the right hand

Of the Father in Glory forever.

There, O man, is the archetype,

The telos, the final goal

Of our race – eyes that flame with fire,

And feet that glow like bronze;

A voice that thunders like the ocean,

And a tongue sharp as a sword;

Head and hair whiter than pure snow,

And a face that shines

More brightly than the summer sun.

All of that, our destiny –

To be sharers of the divine nature.

 

Yet we have lost that vision

Because of our inordinate affection

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The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/articles/the-human-archetype/.

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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!