I confess a certain uncertainty
not that you’re wrong, but perhaps
Truth is a multiple exposure &
overlapping like waves of water,
sound, or light. Then maybe God
sees us all at once, not this moment
or that sin at a time; maybe Truth
pierces us like shadows on a door
. The movement may be here, or outside,
the brightness from a sun, a car, a lamp;
maybe I am the darkness. Or, reorient:
what does the light not strike, behind the door,
as it reflects? Could be anything. Still,
though the light would have been here
anyway, I had a part to play, maybe
just being wrong at the right time.
November 2020
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