Intoxication

Introspection doth belie itself
In the spiritual moment,
For when I saw eternity,
I was eternity.

Conversations with God Himself,
Do not serve me justice,
For when I hear His holy voice,
I am His holy voice.

Thoughts of sin do hurt the soul,
But will not last the night,
For when I saw the morning coming,
I was the morning light.

The soul sings forth melancholily;
The melancholy of moments past,
But when I heard sonatas sweet,
I was the moment past.

Rejoice Rejoice! the truth is known,
But when was it unknown?
When i perceive the solemn truth,
I am the solemn truth.

The truth is hard Why blame yourself,
For every human weakness,
But when you feel a sense of guilt,
I am the guilt itself.

Call this vice call it weakness,
Call it what you like,
But when I write intoxicated,
I am intoxication.