We saw his glory (St John 1)
In the beginning was the Word:
the word was my truth and my certainty.
the Word was with God
and the word was my safety.
and the Word was God.
God was my unknown, my known unknown,
the counterfoil to my uncertain world.
A light that shines in the dark,
refuge from the darkness of the world
found in the darkness of unknowing,
a darkness that is all consuming light.
But who can tell now what is mysticism
and what is madness?
Have I glimpsed the face of God
or stared into the abyss of psychosis?
The Word was made flesh,
he lived among us, and we saw his glory.
I heard and knew that message
but now I speak with a different voice.
Is the price of sanity the loss of Christmas?
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