What is the Christ of God?
It is his touch, his sign, his making known,
His coming forth from out the all-alone:
The stretching of a rod,
Abloom with his intent,
From the invisible. He made worlds so;
And souls, whose endless life should be to know
What the worlds meant.
Christ is the dear "I am,"
The Voice that the cool garden stillness brake,
The Human Heart to human hearts that spake
Long before Abraham.
