In the Mirror of Soul

I said to the Lord in a fragmented mirror,

"Remake me, my image is broken and torn",

He replied to my plea with a great peal of laughter,

"My son what you see is the face that you've worn

Through years of forgetting your closeness to Me.

Look to the children, the wise of the wise,

Who bathe in my sunlight and dance in my sea;

If you see my reflection in the pools of their eyes

Find yourself there as well, my arms hold you fast,

For you who now seek me already are mine,

The shards of your mirror reflect but the past

The human image of things divine."

I looked in the mirror of soul and was mute

In the temple of sweetness seated there

A child-god played on a silver flute,

Blue was His body and fair, so fair.