On Expression in Nature (1894)

Loudly in the chaos God’s finger is pointing at you. Escape through the veil from the hellish ground to the secret place of his affection. Sit at his feet and drink from his cup. Fellowship is incredible, no amplified riddles just unconditional love. It is I, a man ripped to shreds, swollen, soaked in blood, beaten black and blue. I hung suspended in air on a cross, spiked between two thieves, like a criminal, naked before your eyes. Perceive the mystery of this offensive package. Gaze upon me, I am captured by you. I am the rock from whence you were hewn I am the treasure in your clay. Hidden in the dust of who you are, the imperishable seed. You are my child. I AM here. You’re not abandoned. It is I. Forever I am yours.