O Cross, pillar of creation, where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your sight? How far is enough to escape your shadow? Wherever I turn, your dark shape is outlined against the heavens. You loom over all that lives, and you are justly feared. The underworld shudders under your weight, and the earth writhes in your wondrous and terrible presence. The peoples of the earth throng in their nakedness before you, swarming in exaltation and desperation. O Cross, monument of Truth, you who carried that immense burden of the Truth-in-flesh, before He slipped from your branches to walk among us. You are His challenge, His calling to all sinnersaints. I have yet to find leave from these Christ-haunted hills, where His shadowy figure flits from tree to tree, felt but unseen. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your sight?
CRUCIFORM THEOLOGY
Monday, April 8, 2013
Axis mundi.
O Cross, pillar of creation, where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your sight? How far is enough to escape your shadow? Wherever I turn, your dark shape is outlined against the heavens. You loom over all that lives, and you are justly feared. The underworld shudders under your weight, and the earth writhes in your wondrous and terrible presence. The peoples of the earth throng in their nakedness before you, swarming in exaltation and desperation. O Cross, monument of Truth, you who carried that immense burden of the Truth-in-flesh, before He slipped from your branches to walk among us. You are His challenge, His calling to all sinnersaints. I have yet to find leave from these Christ-haunted hills, where His shadowy figure flits from tree to tree, felt but unseen. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your sight?
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