Through a glass, opaquely

Take a clear sheet of glass. A barrier of sorts, but one
that lets us see the world beyond, plants and fields,
and flying ducks that sometimes hit the glass,
and do a double take, and back away.

But put a layer of silver at the back, and then we have
a mirror. Now we see ourselves. A room of rows
of tables, gentle guests with tea or juice or coffee,
rapt in our conversations and our food.

Take a book that tells of God. A barrier of words, but one
that lets us glimpse the mystery beyond, of love and death,
and those who wrestle fiercesomely with God,
in hope to lose, that they may rise and stand.

But put a layer of worship on the book, and then we have
a mirror. Now we see ourselves alone. The magic words
become a wall of sound to drown out truth, and we
are rapt in contemplation of ourselves.


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