—I am a potentiality— A preconscious sensation struggling to become a thought, A word, a sentence, paragraph, structured argument It’s a strain on the synapses but let me make the leap God appeared to me, A change in the chemical arrangement of my brain Resulting from an action of the eternal Spirit. The virgin birth is no more miraculous, Biologically impossible, Than this. Not to see, and yet to believe, Is an electrochemical event As momentous as placing my hand in His side. The truth, someone said, is a Person Known to have engaged at times in whimsy in caprice in marvelously arbitrary detail. The good news is that the eternal living spirit who is in no way material can rearrange molecules. This is miracle: This is healing: This is incarnation: This is resurrection: This is life. “Miracle is simply the religious word for event.” — F. Schleiermacher This poem was written on lined yellow notebook paper in about 1985.