It is not in sensation we find Christ,
not in art, poetry or music; these make
their own objects, enjoyed, cease to impress
in the daily encounter, a clean break
to experience in ordinariness.
There is no musical score to an act
of charity where Christ is found as lived,
no heavenly choir heard in the fact
itself, the merit not felt but believed
in, the reward of faith is peace intact.
Sensation overwhelms us as the way
of the world, its financial drive its base,
whatever is worthy sells, we all pay
or miss out; and religion makes its case
in this milieu, in this, Christ has his say.
Christ calls on us to give of ourselves, love
underpins the world - in that all agree -
and sensation serves the triumph of love,
that Christ’s is the ultimate victory
in plain sacrifice, whose motive is love.
