For Now We See Through a Glass Darkly
The sun has risen bright and cold.
December shines. The roads glisten with frost.
A bright sky flares, makes all stare into sheets of light,
Now opaque, now a glaring dazzle.,
the light steals our sight for want of any shaded defining.
There is glory in the air
but also a perilous power that blinds.
Many cannot look but must watch their steps,
they shuffle along groping for handholds in the sparking air.
Some search for a dark glass to see through,
other's secretly know that they are not even close to seeing
the Mind that looks through them.
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