He, the Word

Christ, the word, lived in the celestial world. His graces, like petals, slowly unfurled. He was one with the Father and Spirit. To His fervent grace, there was no limit. In the form of the breeze, He blew around. Over mountains and valleys, He was found. As fountains, streams, and rivulets, He flowed. Like the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed. He was revealed in the sweet songs of birds. He was concealed in nature's silent woods. In flute, lute, and harp, He sounded sweetly. In hearts of depths, wasn't He heard softly?