Poem December 13, 1982 Issue

Vesture of the Christ

JEAN M. LANGERMAN

What is this endlessly unfolding
robe of Truth,
this timeless weave
not seamed, not stitched,
at no point vulnerable,
but the undivided vesture of the Christ?
I reach to touch one fold,
seek to grasp some part
of this beauty of wholeness,
this divinity expressed
here, where I am.
And I begin to find in Christ
reversal of the lie of mortal flesh.

JEAN M. LANGERMAN

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