TRUE

Their lighting constrained
To the sparks they had kindled
Men lay in sorrow: when
Christ came they preferred
The flickerings of their caves.
Yet we can know in its brightness
The pure illumination
Of the True Light.

A faithful Creator provided
Food for the journey -
They ate, and lived, and died.
But now the father gives
As a spiritual reality
For lasting life, lasting subsistence,
And lasting satisfaction,
The True Bread.

Once on a fruitful hill,
Dug and relieved of stones
Was planted that unsatisfactory vine,
Israel, bearer of wild grapes.
Now He stand, to God's satisfaction,
Without earthly moisture,
Clusters ripening to grapes,
Christ, the True Vine.

Blind, and unaware
Of poverty and nakedness
How could Laodicea give
Testimony?  The source of eye salve,
Of gold and garments speaks:
What word the Amen asserts!
What can he not introduce
The Faithful and True Witness.

What dignity he has
The reality of every type,
The One who supersedes every
Shadow.  Who has the right
To the key of David? - who
Maintain everything for God
But the One who can call Himself
The Holy, the True?