Every Mirror

Beloved, I grieved that I could not see You clearer
though I looked in deep earth and on each distant star
though I searched for You behind every mirror.

Beloved, I wandered in lands of memory, far
into the ever-unfolding future and the frozen past
and I looked in deep earth and on each distant star.

Beloved, my vision is tiny and Your face is vast
written on the restless surface of the storm-white sea
in the ever-unfolding future and the frozen past.

Beloved, I mourned: I thought myself not free
to fly to Your arms, home of my longing heart
across the restless surface of the storm-white sea.

Beloved, I believed You and I were far apart
but I turned and found You there by my side
and fell in Your arms, home of my longing heart.

Beloved, it was I who had chosen to hide
when I grieved that I could not see You clearer.
Then I turned and found You there by my side
though I searched for You behind every mirror.


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