Some Varieties of Religious Experience
Once we said light came into us,penetrant and hallowing, a feeling like standingon the sixty-fifth floor of a skyscraperbuilt from solid glass. But now it lingers outsideand favors the edges, limning car fendersand discarded corn-chip bags, valuing it allthe same. Once we said In sorrow, said Sweatof thy brow. My father, in his pulpit, said,May …