Christ Jesus

MARY LLOYD MC CONNEL

Dear name—the Christ!
Expression of that Love divine
Which is infinity made manifest to us
Through him we love to call
Our Master, Saviour, Lord,
Jesus, the Christ, th' anointed,
And appointed to show forth Love's healing power.
By miracle? Nay!
It is in truth no miracle
To prove within man's consciousness
The presence of the Christ,
As in the days of yore
When Jesus healed the sick and raised the dead,
Walked the waves and made the water wine,
To show how purity brings peace
And power sublime.
His resurrection was no miracle,
But demonstration of the truth
That all is Life, that death is naught.
We too must rise from burial in false sense;
Wake to know there is no life in matter—
All is Mind.
Then will ascension follow, as with him,
From dim earth-sense
To perfect knowledge of the Christ,
And reach with him our source, our origin,
Our home in heaven!