INDWELT

 

INDWELT Not only in the words you say, Not only in your deeds confessed. But in the most unconscious way Is Christ expressed. Is it a beatific smile? A holy light upon your brow? Oh no, I felt His presence when You laughed just now. To me ‘twas not the truth you taught, To you so clear, to me so dim. But when you came to me You brought a sense of Him. And from His light He beckons me, And from your lips His love is shed. Till I lose sight of you and see The Christ instead. by Beatrice Clelland (1912-1997)