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Epiphany

Revelation, sudden realisation
Dropping stones of truth
Eyes opened, seeing as for the first time
'Ah, that is what it is!'

Knowing, unveiled seeing
Face searching, look penetrating
Held in loving embrace of known-ness
'Ah, that is who you are!'

Knowing of Christ as true Saviour
A brother coming alongside
Pure goodness of gaze
and wholeness of holding all.

Knowing myself as known and called
A stumbling, loved co-regent
Receiver of committed, faithful love
Ever moving deeper in, and opening further out.

Epiphany of love in the face of a man
In whom is all of God
Through whom we enter into whole God-space
And God has his being in us.

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