Noon, October 8, 2005

How to retain this vision as my life? Can these images of God live?

My doubt displaces all mystery, all hope. Left in darkness, afraid of speech and the punishments for blasphemy.

My word is image: Life as it could be, life as it must be. These two in contrast.

We are drowning. There is judgment in the water all around, and we drink this in. There is a water which can heal, but we use it to bathe our vanity.