His Gifts as Though in Bethlehem or Bodh Gaya
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“It will hardly be denied that even in this frail and corrupted world, we sometimes meet persons who, in their very mien and aspect as well as in the whole habit of life, manifest a signature and stamp of virtue, as to make our judgement of them a matter of intuition rather than the result of continued examination.” ~ Alexander Knox quoted in Southey’s Life of Wesley
He had the signature of Christ along
His forehead and an aura like the light
Of Buddha in his mouth. He hymned a song.
Though silent it was heard in quiet might
If we were in his presence. He diffused
Conviction to each soul that had a chest.
His hair on forearms and his wrists confused
Our sins and lack of faith. He made a nest
For glows and hopes the colors of a crown.
This settled on the heart or, rather, grew
Inside, an angel chrysalis with gown

Of lace-white faith enveloped (manna’s dew).
He walked with weight within him which we felt
Beside him. We accepted and we knelt.

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