Christ is not a distant name,
not bound to time, not locked in fame.
Not one alone, but all, the whole,
the pulsing breath, the cosmic soul.

The Word was spoken, shaped in dust,
the hands of God in sacred trust.
Not once, not past, not gone away,
but rising now, this very day.

The flame of stars, the tree, the stone,
the child’s laugh, the weary bone—
all bear the Light, the silent sound,
where Christ in every heart is found.

Awake, O soul, from dream’s embrace,
behold your true and shining Face.
The veil is torn, the grave unsealed,
the Second Coming stands revealed.

Not in the sky, not far, apart,
but here, within, your beating heart.
For Love has made its dwelling here,
and Heaven walks when we see clear.