Christ does not,
With the sun set
Nor flow out
Wth the ebb tide.
Christ abides with us
As we abide in Him
Nature cannot tell
The mystery of that love.
Nature hides cruelty in beauty.
Is deceitful in its charms.
Christ’s love shone in cruelty
And needs no charm to heal.
A painting is not the truth
Of the painter
Creation is not the truth
Of the creator.
Look to the word
Not the world
For in the beginning
Was the word.