Follow, and walk not in darkness
For I am the Light of the world
So say you of yourself
You bear false witness
For you know such does not count
Ah, but it does
And my witness is true
For a figure of speech gets at truth
But is not truth itself
For again, I am not one
But two, my father and I being one
A satisfying witness
We know your father
And where is he now?
You are too clever by half
And you know not what you know
And know less what you do not
For you are of the halves
And I am, of the halve-not
Written for my wife on her birthday. From John 8.
Here, Peter interprets what he hears Jesus tell the Pharisees—shedding further light, as it were, on what Peter read into the encounter with the adulteress earlier in the day.
(With a nod to the clams of Norman Dubie’s “Ars Poetica.”)