Rara Encarnación By Xochitl Alvizo


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Rara Encarnación

Encarnación

The Word became flesh

Why is it always a word?

Did the Divine listen first?

Hear-ing into be-ing…

Or just speaking into being?

in

to

flesh

Carne

Para ser ejemplo

No nomas decirnos de lo divino

Pero ser lo divino, divino humano

En carne

Para tocarlo, entenderlo, experimentarlo

In the flesh

We see ourselves in the Divine

Lo podemos ser

Divina humanidad

Nosotros

Dios

Nos vemos, nos reconocemos,

humano en lo divino

Raro

Bendita Semejansa en carne propia

Word became flesh and made herself at home among us

She made her home…in our flesh

Divino Jesus Hombre Terrenal

Queer

The boundaries are broken

False partitions collapse

Inextricably related – you, me and the Divine

La Divina Encarnada

Jesus

She took the bread, inextricably connected to her body

She blessed it

Her flesh, her body

Extended it

False partitions collapse

Take, Eat

Share of my substance

Be part of me

Jesus Terrenal

Buenas noticias!

Somos del mismo cuerpo

Ama tu cuerpo, su cuerpo

Mi cuerpo

No nos separaremos

Los quien nos quieren separar

Los resistiremos

Expansive Divine

Resist those who would separate us

We are of the same flesh

Somos de un mismo cuerpo

Buenas noticias!

Let us all be one with you

Bendita Rara Encarnacion

Strange Incarnation

Sientate con Ella

Sit with Her

with you

Listening

Make yourself at home.

Strange Incarnation

Indeed

Xochitl Alvizo wrote this bilingual poem while taking a class with Mark Jordan, “Queer Incarnation,” at Episcopal Divinity School in the summer of 2008. 



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5 replies

  1. This is my body,given to you. This is about your birth from your mother.
    This is my blood, given for you.. This is about my birth from my mother.

    The crime was done when it was stated that this communion sacrifce was just not good enough. We had to be born again, through the male body (Zeus and Dionsios, Father God and Jesus) or not through a body at all, but through the Word. I’m sorry but to me this is a crime against my mother and yours and all mothers throughout history.

    And yes, it makes me mad because birth from my mother was and is good enough!

    Happy holidays, we are sisters, nonetheless, dear Xochitl, pronouced So chi lih..

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  2. Thank you Carol. what you say is absolutely right. You might know I still participate in church, but it is no traditional church by any means. We often use a poem by Alla Renée Bozarth – “Before Jesus” – as our communion liturgy. The poem brings back a focus on our mothers, including Jesus’ (you can read it on her blog – http://allabozarthwordsandimages.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-cant-wait-for-christmas.html – it’s right under the picture of the rose). When I participate in church, I bring my full feminist self, and so a big focus for me has always been reframing communion – the way it is usually celebrated is hugely problematic for sure.

    So thank you for your comments, I couldn’t agree more. And know that much of my feminist self – that self that I bring to participation in church – has been formed and nurtured by what I learn from my foresisters, you being one of them, and I am still learning. We are sisters indeed and I am so grateful.

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  3. So beautiful and thank you for the additional like (Alla Renee Bozarth). I absolutely love the “Before Jesus” poem!

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  4. Awesome! Thank you so much for sharing that with us! You have brightened my day so much!

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  5. Indeed!

    Thank you so much for a beautiful poem… and for the link to the Before Jesus Poem by Alla Renée Bozarth. Keep on being your full feminist self.

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