Who Am I

Who am I? A seeker, within I set sail, Beyond the horizon where stories pale. Golden threads of twilight unravel in my grasp, A penumbra of half-truths, a breath to clasp. Waters rise from twin springs of insight, A call to cleanse, to bathe in light. An offering to the serene, a passage to cross, The dagger of repentance, a coin to toss. They urged me to open my chest, to reveal, To reawaken the saint, the truth to unseal. Before the reliquary mirrors, I stood to confess, Our mirrors lie, but here they address. Reflections of incarnation, not mere mimicry, A perplexing phenomenon, a soul's intricacy. To look within, a task of moments or ages, A measure of the self, in countless stages. emm* Copyright 26 August 2014