If Christ were born
within my heart,
He would no longer
have to roam the earth
an outcast, alien by birth.


The longest way to God,
the indirect,
lies through the intellect.
The shortest way lies through the heart.
Here is my journey's end
and here its start.


Unknowable, unnamable,
You seem the other pole.
And yet
my human heart
contains You Whole.


God is abundance.
His gifts beyond all measure.
My heart is bewildered —
afraid to hold such treasure.


How this heart
no larger than my hand
can enfold heaven, hell,
and this wide earth
this is the Mystery
no man will ever
understand.