a poem by Andrea Schwarz (*1955):
Often god
very quietly becomes
human
the angles do not sing
the kings just pass
the shepherds stay
with their herds
Often god
very quietly becomes
human
Not noticed
by the public
Not recognized
by humans
in a small 2-room apartment
in a home for asylum seekers
in a hospital room
in nocturnal despair
in the hour of loneliness
in the pleasure in the lover
Often god
very quietly becomes
human
when humans
become
humans