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December 5, 2024
Not merely in the words you say, Not only in your deeds confessed, But in the most unconscious way Is Christ expressed. Is it a beatific smile? A holy light upon your brow? Oh no! I felt his presence When you laughed just now. To me, ’twas not the truth you taught, To you so clear, to me still dim, But when you came you brought A sense of him. And from your eyes he beckons me And from your heart his love is shed, Till I lose sight of you And see The Christ instead. —Anonymous
From water and stone, to pomegranate and rose, to leopard and nightingale, creation ascends in beauty.