Is this Christ my Christ?
Emaciated, spectral
lusting for divinity
A figure in bloody majesty
preaching to the dead
whitened ashy crowds
Not one who heals
but a sword
reminding of darkness
when all is light.
Are violence and weightlessness
my sure foundation?
Can this be my rock
divine form barely restrained
from flight?
An interesting scriptural exercise just came to me. Search your gmail account for "Christ" and consider this scripture:
And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins. (2 Ne. 25:26)What? Only 62 emails out of 419 MB? And most of those are my daily mailings of Ensign articles from If Ye Are Prepared. And 20 blog entries out of over 200? (Ten percent?) Hmm.
And Christ is the Holy One of Israel; wherefore ye must bow down before him, and worship him with all your might, mind, and strength, and your whole soul; and if ye do this ye shall in nowise be cast out. (2 Ne. 25:29)
