EPIPHANY

There are moments,

awful and awesome

out of time,

 beyond the mind to grasp;

the little brain can’t hold it

except by sequential reason, 

exhausting necessity, 

hope and options relinquished 

reducing faith to quintessence - just  IS. The pith of reality.

The beatitude of breath and

consciousness.

The enormity of be-ing per se;

glorious and ghastly.

Mindstuff tangles with survival fears -

only having words to fend!

My God,

what does the heart feel and do?

It takes a leap, a gargantuan jolt -

and carries on,

luminous, radiant, full of love:

wonder, simple gratitude;

the valiance of surrender

morphing into the absurdity

 of irrelative JOY.