Glass and Mirror

Master, I thank You for this mirror,
May it reflect a little truth.
If You will, let it become clear glass
and show me a glimpse of the corner of Your robe.

O wandering light!
I follow like any helpless moth.
Where are we going? No matter.
I have no care for ash, dust, smoke.

Don't be dazzled by reflections;
in a mirror you can only see yourself.
The sun is outside, through the window.
The dust that silvers the glass is from your own wings,
brush it away.

There is no mirror. There is no glass.
Only open air between here and the sun
one short flight...