Fallacy  - First Things

Fallacy  - First Things

A shadow cast by something invisible  falls on the white cover of a book  lying on my table, untraceable shade twisting faintly upwards like smoke . . . but beyond the window  there is nothing, just this unseen thing rising between me and the light  of the morning sun coming in  strong as a messenger from God,  like the shadow of St. Raphael  as he used to stand unseeable by the dazzling waters of Bethesda,  and I look away to find everything el…