Sunday, January 14, 2007

She has no idea what she means

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.