The Skeptics

We were the skeptics,

the ones who knew

that nothing exists

beyond our knowing,

our certitude that what we saw

was what there was,

no need to go

beyond the edges

of our thought,

our need to be right.

Then one day

we were struck down

by Presence arriving

in a whirling cloud

of light,

a wind tearing

our clothes away,

our skin was now suffused with gold,

and we no longer remembered

what it was we knew.