The Jesus Whom I know is in the mind,

risen from his particularity;

a sense of presence, active charity

has burst space/time, by Spirit unconfined.

Catching fire, flesh sparks the universe,

a burning sun for darkest hidden place,

a brilliant mirror for each seeking face,

a torrid love , to wipe away the curse.

God’s Self’s transformed to fit the one pursued

instantly extends the incarnation’s start;

a birth or death, to every needing heart

a path devised, to each a life renewed.

Christ blows upon the wind and though unseen

touches all that is, or has ever been.