[Written for the Sentinel]

Christ Jesus

Dear name—the Christ!Expression of that Love divineWhich is infinity made manifest to usThrough him we love to callOur 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 miracleTo prove within man's consciousnessThe presence of the Christ,As in the days of yoreWhen Jesus healed the sick and raised the dead,Walked the waves and made the water wine,To show how purity brings peaceAnd power sublime.His resurrection was no miracle,But demonstration of the truthThat 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-senseTo perfect knowledge of the Christ,And reach with him our source, our origin,Our home in heaven!

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