My brother was the beast.
My brother is a mystic.
My brother is Hildegard.
A pastor preaching on power
cited a theologian who wrote,
True power is when something holds us, and we don't even know we're being held.
Ours is a city yet to be, she said, ours is a city already present.
I entered your history.
(Authoritative witness is most clearly revealed when all forms of authority are lost.)
And we swim underwater with our eyes open.
