When I find myself
 standing face to face 
 with fear and wonder,
 there are no words to speak
 there is no thesis to be known – 
 there are only tears that form
 to wash over my being
 bring warmth to my soul
 and quench the thirst of my heart – 
 then,
 and only then,
 will I see 
 the One
 breathing life into me
 all along. 
  
 *With thanks for The Gospel of Thomas, translated by Jean-Yves Leloup