Christ, the Restless
One with the Father and Holy Spirit
Christ, the logos, lived in the cosmic world.
He was beyond every mundane limit.
As flora and fauna, His fullness unfurled.
Breeze and storms, in grace and might, blew in Him.
In Him, fountains, streams, and rivulets flowed.
Mighty oceans bowed to His deific whim.
Like the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed.
He contained the chorus of beasts and birds.
Heavenly songs were sung for Him sweetly.
In Him were concealed nature's silent words.
Within divine hearts, He was heard softly.
Why, then, in His heart of hearts, was He restless?
Why was His existence therein zestless?
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