Prayer Is the Humble Doctor
I gaze into the Mirror of Love
hoping to see an added brightness
in reflection, ourselves often kept
in dark when it comes to measures
of inner light – one sees where the
eyes are...they and their glasses tempered
by spirit's silvered backings.... Alice
went into the mirror and traveled –
Freud bounced off his image and
back into touch...Christ shattered
the glass of separation, passing
resurrected beyond, while others lost
in man's heavy fragments...sidestepping slivers
of transforming possibilities.....
I pray....for prayer the humble doctor....
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