The Image Woven Through Time

Beneath the veil of mortal sight,
A spark of truth illumes the night.
From God’s vast mind, all-knowing, free,
Springs Christ, the Image, pure decree.

With active flame, the Word takes flight,
Eternal reason robed in light.
It pierces time where shadows flee,
A conscious pulse, eternity.

In passive hearts, the image glows,
A whispered echo softly flows.
The mind, though dim, begins to see,
The truth that sets the spirit free.

Who moves the Word through fleeting years?
Who threads the light through mortal tears?
An agent unseen, divine, and sure,
Binds Christ’s bright form to hearts impure.

From God’s full gaze, all truth is known,
Each thought, each heart, each seed He’s sown.
Yet in time’s weave, so frail, so grand,
The Image walks and holds our hand.

O mystery vast, O truth divine,
The Word made flesh through ages shines.
In Christ, the active and the still,
God’s perfect knowing shapes our will.