**The Mosaic Pattern**

Gliding smoothly over the flowing currents

a brief sojourn revealed He that was and is

the gateway to that which has been ordained

and only veracious was revealed and absolute.

A chiding compassionate companion He was to be,

quietly urging a disillusioned soul to surrender.

pleading to trust that the cross was not barren

urgently beseeching the spirit to accompany Him.

Questions abounded; and scrupulously answered,

a faceless companion companion; soundlessly illuminated,

He existed, He died and now dwells within us.

a soul existed, waiting, to be his forevermore.

Where there was once darkness – a beacon swirled.

the sudden emergence of His light became blinding,

the assurance apparent in the surrounding passion.

the mosaic patterns were the stairway to empyrean.

Christine Martin

November 9, 1998