Perspectives

 

I consider, I consider

Two eyes staring in the mirror

The seer veiled in the sight.

Dark suns in a blue corona

Show only riddles of their owner.

I lift my eyes to the light.

Father of light, now let me raise

My sight to meet Your radiant gaze.

What You behold me to be

Is who I am – beyond surmise

Is Love in the Beholder’s eyes

Whose seeing me makes me see.