Christ

I split a log
and saw you there
I joined the halves
to merge with thee
the wood caught fire
and set us free

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This poem came to me during my sleep. I didn't write it down on awakening, but instead lived with it in my being until I reached my desk a couple of hours later. It recalls to me the Gospel of Thomas, when Christ was purported to say:

The kindom of heaven is all around you.
Pick up a rock and I am there,
split a log and you will find me.