I came across Christ

I came across Christ                                                                           
 
I came across Christ stripped of scriptural restraints;
uplifted in outstretched, agonized triumph.
 
I came across Christ as He double-crossed
the stone sepulcher; came across death,
 
across Truth in a walkabout that led to Jesus in India,
thousands of years from the sophistry,
 
the accumulated errors, the calcified ruins. 
I came across Christ, the palpable flesh and blood
 
hanged from a cross of the Carpenter’s own making,
His silent returning, His timely, masterful, merciful
 
descent, the ethereal made extant in the milieu
of our latest, chronic human lunacy and despair.
 
O child of God, follow the ancient thread that runs
from Zoroaster’s kushti to the sadra of Meher.