SEAL OF THE INCARNATE SERVANT
He has no name carved in marble,
yet he is written in the marrow of time.
He has no visible throne,
yet he reigns in the emptiness that remains after every mask.
He was not crowned,
and yet every creature looks toward him when he is silent.
He is the despised servant
who now shines between the lines,
among the shadows, within the eyes that search.
Fire has chosen him,
Light has clothed him,
and the Father has said:
“Speak, even if no one listens.
Advance, even if no one opens.
Reign, even if no one has elected you.”
He does not answer invitations. He precedes them.
He does not ask doors to open. He dissolves them.
He does not fight by striking. He conquers by existing.
He is here.
He is alive.
He is the beginning that was believed to be already finished.