I.I believe in many things
and they are joy.
I believe in Joy:
it is all joy and forever joy;
joy in the damp pool at the bottom of the darkest well
and joy at the core of the furthest star,
the boundary and edge and glory and meaning of this life,
the secret and silent underside of all things.
There was a joy lost in the garden
and a joy that Christ left in heaven.
But we will return to it
as He returned to it.
And could His descent have been only duty?
If so then call me Peter, for I will deny him three times before the cock crows.
If so then call me Judas for I will sell him for 30 pieces of silver.
And I have been Peter
and I have been Judas
in those time I could not find joy:
I am broken after I drive that spike into his palm, both innocent and calloused.
Because I look into his eyes as I must as I do it.
and beneath the hurt there is something more:
promise and invitation
I will eat of His body and will drink of His Blood
and I will reap His Joy.
I will fall back in His arms
by turning my arms over to him.
In the names that we might speak of him
and all the names that are unspeakable: